Dog Is Us

I will make and have made around you, these circles around you forever, swam.

somewhere not here, not anywhere but fallen, these morning words, we are only drunk,  stunned silent, waiting

the Bald Man thinks we can mean something by the words we say, the  ropes we shake, hearts  we break, as if  anything means anything  at…

you think there is the green grass. you think there is the dying leaf. you think there is love. you think there is pain.

the moment just before our footsteps break the sky below us when we could have been anything. we are never so free to disappear as now.

spill yourself onto a green, make of your brain a white-noise eruption of crazy