Liking the color and shape of things,
I turn off the sound to human drama.
So much insistence that something is going on here that’s not.
Positioning of urgent ideas, and solutions to problems that may not exist.
A panic to do SOMETHING! while these damn lights are on.
Perform for the master of all people.
Tithe to a wonderful Santa Claus
or to a biotech employer
or to your favorite shoe brand.
Put Post Malone on a stage for the sake of Budweiser.
The latest organ grinder motivates a new batch of Gucci chasers.
Put a single man beneath blazing spotlights.
Quick, someone find him a Courtney Love.
I’ll take the gutter aside unknown Oscar Wildes.
I’ll take rice and spam and hot sauce over a goose liver.
I’ll take the stars over the TV.
The glance of a child or the impatience of a dog
over the insistence of human woes.
The gentle turning of two-toned leaves
over the flipping of pages in a self-help book.
A sunrise over a sunset.
Awakening over dreaming.
Nothing over something.
A flame burned bright and clean.
Not much left but tracks in mud that will
wash away with the next rain.