Dude where the inboxes empty into the ocean
is where the ocean empties into our language
is where language empties into the elasticity of light
and that’s where I eat my lunch

I tell you this dude in the true spirit of comradery
If I don’t look you in the eyes it’s because I don’t like
invasions–I’ve been practicing stillness like a light
flurry after midnight walking Broadway in

a ghost town–Coated in deepest soot dude
covered over in deepest soot–Why does it feel like
you’re drowning in social marketing dude
and everything you say empties you out on the street

All the voices have crowded into a corner of the sky
They fall like ash