It’s too goddamned quiet
now that the kids are in school
Somewhere outside my window
a calm voice explains calm things
while trying to impart
a sense
of urgency
I’m telling you how I feel about density
in my head and how I feel
about that too
Ashes seesaw down to my desk

and mention while I’m away
the link between code and cannabis
Andre Breton is cut in half beside
my window
Autumn forces herself on Summer
and Summer comes almost immediately

In almost we find amphetamines
and love
I remember rocking on her hips and crying
filling the slow basins with elemental dews
Do you think of it as escape? Will I feel swift
when the filters illuminate the mulberry’s rebuttal
or will I drown like everyone else here?

I want to be powerful
like love