sideways with the world
sideways with the world
eyes crossed & nearly closed
all you wanted was bubbles
but the wind took everything away
the birds & bees & prosperity
the clouds & trees & grass
to the point where the entire panorama
was dirt & dust & sky
[like in Steinbeck’s The Grapes of Wrath]
and you’re left as a stranger to yourself
in your worn leather boots
desirous of a shot of whisky
& a bubble bath
instead left to kicking
a rock down the road
a rock not even the mighty god of wind
cared to notice
august two thousand twenty-two
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