nanni

the air comes out the vents
onto my skin
as do the words come out the speakers
onto my ears
into my mind
"are you feeling happiness?"
i sip my five dollar shake
and think of my grandmother
and how her prayers for me
come from her everyday
into my mind
onto my soul
the thought is greatly appreciated
that is for certain
but i do not believe in god
but the words of a young thief resound in my head
and so i say:
"she believes in god, and i believe in her"

drive

the basketball courts
the jungle gym
all the lonely swings
just as deserted as the neighboring cemetery
no children laughing
no high school kids shooting hoops
on a rainy day
its just as popular as the cemetery
the hundreds that have passed on
no longer get company
their relatives have stopped grieving
emptiness
its just a slight drizzle outside
not even enough to be a bother
have
fun

Trap doors connecting to the central nervous system
Short cutting through
And in between
And around

I-57

we're all strangers together
on the road
typing these words is more difficult than usual
due to a keyboard once used rahter robustly
but on the road
the words come easy
more than normal even
nothing to do but think
the poor man robbing the liquor store
he has power for once
power to kill
power to take
judge.jurry.executioner.
the hammer falls
just like the gavel
with all the same permanence
but thats not me
of course
im the kid over here
in the left lane

hip hip hip

foot by foot
one after another
i feel each foot fall in the base of my head
pound
pound
pound
each one resonating within
until the next
my knees absorb it in
so inefficiently
now
however
i feel lifted
my failures by the wayside
apathy
how trendy of me
but it works
for now at least