Altered Vestibule
I opened the door
and took the change of mind
On the bricks I sat
and whistled to the right
Well
there it goes
just like that - into the overflown kiddie pool
Meshed into the mud
Licking the mud like your looking
for that perfect high
Laying aghast in the house's shade -
where from moments indoors
I do not live - at times -
My hunger, at times, confines me
into a treacherous lawn chair
posing so arrogant
making a radiant curve
in its belonged to space
breathing through the dog
who is thirsty and lays similarly
Maybe it's time to say
Hello everybody
I mean
the group of severed bushes
for crying out loud!
Time to admit that the lawn
never commits to combing its
green sharp hair
up and back to sleep
Time to wear the beer belly
and play it a timpani
a ceremonial reason
a ritual of thieves who came to hurt
robbing you of your maternity -
filling you like a tub with
fat layers
that wiggle madly to pop radio
Time to make shit happen
as if
the sound of ongoing traffic
for the love of god
