the usual schools
of bullshitification, etc
it was all a misunderstanding
I thought the job
was to describe the sky
crying in the bathroom
all I ever do is feel . . .
time
is merely a feeling
never become numb
sing by the river
reverse flower
into ether
a blue butterfly on a bulldozer
to ask and want
exactly everything
that’s the job
no severance
only longing
and on occasion
a song