the infinite spaces between everything

they really do have picket signs with slogans and yell

“have mercy” and other things like that then there’s

a big black man named Moses who guides

you through them and may just make a snide remark

(if you’re lucky) to maybe help you feel a little better

before the suction

and it will probably be a sunny day

cars will pass by

cars filled with humans oblivious to the pain

and profundity of a concrete and stucco one story building

holding the remains of people broken

even if we don’t know it

and we will know it at one point

when the sun shines that certain way it did that day

above the asphalt holding imprisoned fossils

of invisible dreams

never to be

[The fat man in the liquor store]

The fat man in the liquor store

Held as many cans as he could

He was respectable in that place

And when it was time to pay

Numbers were spewed

Profit margins of his business

Slurs of magic numbers

A different set

For a different day

All arbitrary

$497 $316 $1,232 $671

They stood in wonder

How could a weekday make

more than a weekend

It was said offhand

But it measured their lives

The lanky clerk and

The fat man in the liquor store

It connected them

A Poem For Now

You walk to the beach

I’ll walk to the bay

 

If only you knew

How to swim

 

We might cross paths

Again some day

 

No matter how long

It’s been

 

The television keeps

Going except

 

On different waves

Each year

 

We become obsolete

And never intercept

 

Although with hope

That our fear of death

 

May join us

Again in the end

 

No matter

What it will now