VAST CRUEL

I’m living in a vast cruel 

landscape of honest weather

it rips me trips me skips me all the time and I’m getting sick of all this 

honest weather

time skips fast down one lane and I think my head’s in the other

rips me skips me flipping all the time and I’m getting well acquainted with the 

Red Mother

open hands up 

face the sky—all the sea is a wish

move slowly with care

don’t slip on the starry stairs

I’m living in a trust groove

landscape of human tether

say skip me rip me trip me all the time and I’m getting well acquainted with the

human weather

wanting makes the day break give me all the day break greedy for the day breaks

say no never end

and I wake in the dirty shell station 

the one right on the Sea

there is a bleached out green pool there with two lanes 

one for you

and one for me

but the sun is setting fast there and plastic barrels mount the land

I want to meet you where the sand breaks free

that patch of clean sand breaks free

fall asleep with our legs in the tiny waves

warm baby waves of the awful bright green sea