Know your own bone
Why do you never find anything written
about that idiosyncratic thought you
Peter B Godfrey
Something more ecstatic
I think poets live in a world
that is maybe a tissue-thin
I would tell my younger self
That nothing good
ever goes down a straight road.
You have to
The crisis
Is specifically a middle-aged crisis.
It comes after decades of world-building,
making
The category of interesting
Interesting
begins as a feeling
of not knowing exactly
what we are
Uploading the mind --infecting dreams
It's not worth it
The modern world is full of things
to panic about, be sad
The lucky man
This exchange of gifts,
settles deep inside
like a sedimentary deposit.
To
Spontaneous and meditative
You’re fun and funny, talented,
smart, and empathetic.
Just get yourself
Rush hour
A human tide, twice a day.
Bodies hit the streets, en-masse.
Ebbing
The baby tiger
He felt adrift, and devoid of
all values. Overweight and exhausted,
with
Fertile moments
Unless you see you cannot think.
Clean out the mass of mental