life preservers

sentimental waves
drown me in that willing sea

pass the bucket

line the coffin

quell the ruckus that is me

I’m a man without borders

in California

or New York

I spear the living with insight

and the dead with a fork

nothing is hopeless

when tempted to pornography

the map I seek is the Land of the free

who is the Buddha

who laughs the last laugh

what child speaks volumes

of a life not yet empty

the ark is rocked

steering holds fast

two by two fairy tales

I tend to the truth

two by two fairy tales

builds a roof

whatever is stale

in the regretful unknown

makes a beam in the cellar

and a house a home

it’s vintage it’s trend

it’s a world with no end

I am the life preserver

so, fuck it, commence.