after harry bird
it’s always good news when you squint,
less lonely is simple as cross-eyed conniptions.
you don’t need a mirror to talk yourself up
or down; sometimes, you only need an
elderly friend, one who says boy howdy!
& maintains climate optimism. companion
of another decade that is moved by your
understanding love languages– candle gift
kept alive for years despite 40-hour-burn-time.
i’ve felt otherworldly digging a hole to shit in
while backpacking across foothills, claimed
phenomena when my perspective was lack.
a lucid dream will always lead you back
to yourself & though to blink is to miss
a moment we must regulate watery machines.
an irish mystic news reporter scrolls rent-free
in my head: don’t make unnecessary journeys,
don’t take risks on treacherous roads & don’t
swim in the sea, incredibly crystalized bodies
were spotted in waters of black rock & salt hill.
swallow your stone & dive into the thick of it
just so tired i can’t even run for cover but there’s
a river, i’m gonna jump in sweetwater, gonna take
weight i’ve been shouldering, step up to the bank
& strip, sink on down, feel the mana all around