.
Today there is nothing
but what can you do.
I forget that such pretty
words exist and
I tell myself that I
should use them while I can
and today is as good a day
as any so let’s see—
There is a constant hammering
when I go out or stay in.
Something connected to hydraulics
to dig footings for new life
and bricks to be laid upon
that and so on.
And then I think but
why waste a day, though
what isn’t. Or maybe
which— There is
a horrible taste in the
mouth like a
dying beach, like its
weeping sands and decapitated
foam that seems so nice
until it gets in
your eyes and then you
have an excuse to use
the pretty words but
the words do not come
easy like opening a can
for dinner. The words
come from some old
modem. They come burping
if they will come at all.
Posted 01/21/11