Sorry If I’ve Been Obscene, I’m Just A Relic Of The Holocene
[I hope you had a great Thanksgiving holiday! These following poems will be featured in my upcoming poetry book, Moon Goon.]
The Spectacular Specialization Of Labor
the peregrination of humanity
is in growing wheat for hallucinogenic beer
and then steady stable consistent food
building cities around the fertile spots
and specializing labor ever more creatively.
live a life of personal eras and flaunt your artistic renaissances
charming those who watch you grow
happy to never count you out.
looking through an old notebook
I found a page ripped out and wondered what it had been
what secret I destroyed
or message I tore out and passed
or embarrassment of art I wanted scratched from the record.
I’m my only biographer I’ll ever have
and I’ll never know.
following vice of mind things are happening fast
and then a little kind of dull
just a ship out in the foam
far away where the waves don’t bob
a forgotten swampy nowhere muck
of decaying musk and floating dea=d things
with throats full of straws and I can’t think or swim
my compass is bent and broke and I need a valve in me
somewhere to release the surplus black bile gases
and I’m choking as the blood in me is stunned
and everyone’s asking their neighbors what the hold up is down ahead
so I put my head down and just keep going
and find myself up a tree alone on my own
where there are creeping tigers on the prowl