Daily Archives: October 3, 2016


There’s so much mud, so much 
shit. Nothing’s clean in there, nothing 
stays clean for long around it.

Sometimes the only thing to do
is root in there nose first and
start making your way to clear:

get all the mold and debris
and wet wet soil stirred into
a death-leftover soup.

Poke and prod 
at the channel,
break it up,

dig. It stinks, it’s vile, 
it’s got its share of wrong — 
and man, that’s yours? That’s

really in there, flopping in the 
ick, flipping in the muck? Get a hold 
of that and get it out

of there, fast.  It might bite,
might have venom — get it out,
get it out! Watch that water start

to burble clear. Stay with it,
clearing, dredging, deepening
the bed down to gravel. Till

you can see the bottom. Till you
can’t smell it flowing. Till you’d
drink from it, till you’d offer anyone

a drink from it.

Sitting There

see that fault line across
your well-being

take a silver nail in one hand
a diamond hammer in the other

pound the former with the latter
and nail those parted sides together

pretend it’s all better because
no expense was spared

to make broken look whole — not
to make it whole but 

to simulate wholeness
to the casual observer

and what lovely tools and 
materials were used 

such a shine one might think
it would last but

one silver nail won’t hold back
earthquakes no matter

how hard the hammer
used to drive it — in other words

face down in the most 
expensive whisky

is still face down
even if you look distinguished

sitting there