.

not so surprised
when the ground bounces up
and the sky falls

at ganges i watched
the bodies burn
at seine i drank absinthe
and i pissed in thames by night

now i feel i've gathered something:
some rocks in my bag

.

solitude is a blessing
so is cheap beer
sheer magic

how happy i am
alone at home
nowhere to go
with my beer
having gotten rid of them
all, at last
surprised,
positively

what they call love
is truly
a bit
grotesque

high-five

they build walls
and give us names

to create an impression
of privacy

though the distance
seems to vary
we're all at the
same exact spot

called here

.

in midst of gray december
i saw a butterfly
fragile as hair
immortal
for a fraction
of second

.

another morning

swallow the lump

put on the dancing shoes

break a leg

.

i dream of my obituary
being printed on the pages
of every magazine known

full of praise
and a tragic eulogy
of what the world
had missed

pity,
he could have stopped
the icebergs from melting

.

the toe doesn't decide

what the rest of the body does

but there's a kind of democracy

a firefly doesn't illuminate

a sunken heart

but i'm sending you this