91.

I get drunk too much, can’t see
my feet or feel them walk my legs
from place to step, I get
spiraled out and goddamn
do I get unwound, unpop
my back unlace my fingers
counterpoint my toes

I talk too much, I let
my mouth fall open apart and
sink in syllables I forgot
my place

I stay on the ground
I have watched it coming
closer, I have been down too
long and maybe that is what is keeping
me down, unlooped unroped untied
my corset if I ever wore one

I see too much, I see too

little pulled across my eyes I see
very few sunrises
anymore

perhaps it is this loose
melody, but it was
working, wasn’t it?
it was working I swear it was
working

alas I am
un-

She Knew The World

she dyed her hair as dark as she felt
ugly and the fog descent
and red eyes played at being stoplights
but she knew
that outside the car window strangers
walked black silhouetted
in their dead shoes beside
bones protruding from the soil
white thin crooked
almost like a lamppost but no,
that field was a graveyard
she knew
the mist that shrouded covered
lies and shouldered truth into the
watered light, where witches flew
below the moon yellow
and the stars extinguished
one might swear the fog
was only a cloud at ground level
but she knew the world
was toothy large
a monster
and no one heard her
cry out