Arcana

don’t be so sad, don’t be so
angry
though the trees and winds have changed to the ugliness of the suburbs
kids on boxes
snot in their noses and noses
frozen
gray all the forces tighten up to suffocate

when was the last time you laughed, when was the last time you wanted to hurt
your man’s asleep and you wish him a slow, painful
death

concrete slabs and concrete slabs feelings

(take me home)

the small circle of life is shrinking, dad’s out back
mowing the lawn
soon it’ll be time to brush your teeth, close your eyes, count
your sheep
wrap the blanket tight
before the monsters come
and the real monsters never have a name

(that’s why everything is left unfinished)