i was a vape

you were vaping peanut butter cups

and blowing smoke

into space

 

i was shielded in the cradle

of a book

 

nothing beats a paperback the scent of adventure

and undiscovered worlds they

cannot make a juice for it

i boasted

 

then you found newspaper

print vape juice on

google

 

we laughed our asses off

all the way to the

store

silent crime

some days were all traffic
no let up

it was hard to even
get up

so many screens
so little time and who would believe
a moment of silence…

could feel
like
a crime

limit.less

limitless hours over and under ground. writing
and what 4. to sustain the hope that someday
one could craft a transmission
would be well received?

let me get up
drag a comb through the hair
pull on the boots
button up the shirt
draw the belt firm across
the waist

step out on the landing
and live! 4 this is worth

the risk

fall the fields

fall the fields arid
the vineyards patched out
from the sky

we worry the wind
we worry the skin of earth
and tree. shed out
and sprawling free

end of night
downtown

i follow the arc of the tip
of your cig.

you damned drunk!
and quietly stamp out
the berry

4

were the ways

got us across the days
unscathed
4 were the winds
altogether kept us
centered
4 were the fires
could not be
extinguished
4 were the reaches
at the ends of
the earth
2 times
did i call out
to you
2 circles
over
       lapped
the birds
upon the wire
      they
fell
took flight
and
the sky
    the sky
the sky
was
water

digital stitches

no more flying or driving we
leave it to the machines no
more surfing the oceans gone
plastic no more cash no more
paper we’re all caught by the
web. no silence do not think
for yourself. creation is an
algorithm god is an intranet
dropping digital stitches ina
biodegradable post-colorful
world. amen.