I like the blue cold gelcaps,
Blue as an ocean,
If an ocean could be combed clean,
Fat as a beluga whale, no waist,
Nothin’, just a shape equally
Thick at both ends, no taper.
I like my pillow a certain way,
Feathers lifting the thoracic vertebra,
Tents and bears and campfires.
In my dreams I take a train through
Europe, I own a farm with Nick Cave,
My dog is alive again, mid-river.
This is not what I meant to say.
The president is shooting holes
Through my bedsheet. Why are
you laughing? In the morning
I’m a foot soldier in slippers;
Taking word arrows to the skull.
There is no end to the way the
World will end.
Oh my god, to be asleep
In a sea of crushed blue whatevers..