it's not the people
what's become of her
back to my favorite bar
wondering who's governing her brain
no that's all I want to eat
she was delicious tired
just one or two scoops
all the dressing
dandelions with the neighbor's dog
and the weed breaks
all the way down to the cushions
and the hours say why
when the stories dry
mud bound
of giraffe sticks
into comfort zones
rewording the words
I took on the cushions
but then it got easier
disaster looms in the credit card debt
easter spreads its bunny wings
loose on the cousins of tomorrow
and the bombs break
taking down ships to Titanic humility
oceans shiver greed
shovels beneath the sandbox below
denis streeter
