Just walking barefoot on the grass is enough

When you know that you will never be

How many bombs are they churning out of the old bomb factories?

I wash my face in the morning dew and skip breakfast

I press my face against the fence outside the factory

I wonder who’s scared

Separate

Intimidate

Nobody fears more than the people with the book of names

There’s the real kill list and the pretend one

Lists.

Fences.

We sit on the earth. We carry a fire. We have stars in our throats, feathered crowns and serpent’s eye.

First, they’ll tell you that your branches are out of place

Then they’ll tell you that you are.

Lie down on the ground in the rain and wait for someone to bring us a glass of water.

Wake up with a head full of poetry and then forget to write it down

I wake up with secrets that I never should have known.

Just ask my pillows how I break myself.

Don’t complicate things by calling the wind. Needing time to think is simply a second guess in this life of kamikaze speed chess.

There’s no such thing as a sentence with value and words are not pearls and ears are not swine.

There’s no such thing as swallowing a dream and walking free.

There’s no such thing as love lost in the dust that only becomes visible in the afternoon sun.

What can we feel when the country is this sick? When water sucking weeds are starving the finches?

Every day I lie by a festering pond of algae and wait for the Ibis to fly home. One day they will fly directly over me. Their trajectory moves with the sun. Don’t speak to me of the pace of revolutions. Sometimes the sky seems so far away. Maybe if I stare at the fan blades for long enough, I’ll be able to stop time.

People talk about infinity. There’s no such thing.