Excerpt from the poem
‘Human Beings Are Toys’
No time inside the sun’s lifespan would allow me to explain how happy I am.
No time inside the sun’s lifespan would allow you to train to believe me.
When I begin to age backwards time is still moving and no time inside any of this would allow me to train to do certain things over.
At home wondering where my next home will be and how much I will remember to miss this one once it’s somewhere I can’t be.
At home ready to start throwing the furniture out the window.
At home inside the time it would take to manufacture a way to show everyone my asshole at the same time.
At home inside the time it would take to train to become your best friend.
Somebody has to love the dunce art of my face when it shows that I forgot what I was about to say but I love that I forgot it.
Somebody has to believe me.
And man I get coughy when the sperm I’d never let swim your blood makes a home in my lungs.
And man I’d give you CPR every night if my breath was nitrous and then I’d wait for your lips to be blue enough to match mine.
No time inside the sun’s entire genealogy is long enough to measure the length of the nap I want to take, after only fifteen minutes of just waking up.
In the parking lot wondering if there are enough names in the world to give to all the little rocks and wondering if I have enough time to make up names.
Anywhere else looking at people waiting for them to initiate a conversation and then waiting for a good way out.
In the bathroom admiring myself in the mirror with my shirt off.
At the Van Buren Bridge watching traffic go beneath me figuring out if I can jump down and run along the tops of the cars.
At the Van Buren Bridge laughing while imagining how I would hit the first car and violently break on the ground.
No time inside the sun’s lifespan would give you permission to act like you do.
I’m willing to let everything be revenge on me.