Rest yourself
in this room of light.
Your shoes will wait
like eager apostles
for your resurrection.
Capitalism is like alcoholism. It tells you everything is just fine, even when you’re sleeping in a dumpster.
Against the odds, Greg & Sophia attempt to save a kitten they found in the woods.
One of these people is blind.
The others just don’t see.
On their way from NYC to Montana
Not everyone trapped within a bottle is a genie.
Don’t believe the azaleas, they’ll say anything
when in bloom. Or the trees, high on themselves
every spring. This town is no panacea.
No drop dead gorgeous honey that can make
your problems vanish with the toss of her hair.
This place is like any other: our skies cry
just as hard as yours. Our limbs break.
Our whisky burns. And beware our dogs. They bite.
It is only through great effort that I have been able to accomplish so little.