I.
days old and small
we live free then die
waiting
waiting
on my garden mother
I fell away, around
the great future mountain—
chilling dolls:
they will kill culture
and the soul band—
we are stardust
and there are so many variables
in this private symphony space
we can’t leave
what we all share
we share in common
everywhere knowledge
perfect money
the best stories;
find the experience.
II.
Dear American Cheese,
you used to be the best.
and you were free.
I know you’re excited
about a legitimate chance to be back
but you don’t need the internet
God believes in you
and I love you
you are my mother
Christopher,
ReplyDeleteI totally loved your reading last week at the WWR event. You have a great laid-back sort of honesty that I appreciate. It doesn't make any difference in reading (or hearing) your work to know the parameters you have set for material. It comes together in what feels very much like your own voice. Well done, and thank you for sharing.
G