gray flecks on my beardcrow’s feet nestled under my eyes-

reminders that time never rampages,

like enemy tanks

on a muddied battlefield, but instead

drip drip dripping

like glaciers baking in the sun,

and I am in no hurry to grow old 

and pass on into the ether, but I do fear being forgotten

Welcome to Conformity

welcome to conformitypopulation infinity
where trash cans form a 

silent dawn patrol, transversing

dewy lawns
and in every home, pestilential secrets are sealed, the hinges on every door 

weakened by promises left desolate
these freak flags won’t fly here without

invoking a bloodless coup

Drive Like You Stole It (Poem)

our spaces are filled up with so many useless notes,

coined by uninspired copywriters 

peddling you this

half-assed ideal of a better life
that has never been yours to

live anyhow
learn to live, learn to love, learn

to fuck, learn to chase the perfect

whiskey with an ice-cold beer
lose money at the poker table,

root for the wrong team, fall in love

with a dangerous woman. or a

dangerous man
drive like you stole it

oprah doesn’t give a fuck about you