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
encased in amber freely
float shards of damaged hearts and shattered dreams
future scientists will never comprehend how we were capable of
such inhumanity
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
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
Out Where the Buses Don't Run 