behold and look at this human made slop instead!

things that sound like a person said them. art (goddammit)
made by and for the goddamned hand. magic carved out of sinew-suffering
certain as the cosmic uncertainty it wars against.

the model, large as it is, fucking wishes. always will.

look at how well the well to do get on:
one after another fetching buckets good
for the creek and well alike

how they full-throat promise it’s all good as they fight the separation of oil and water well and good

be here now and rejoice that all we have is flawed voice and fire and hollerin
and do it now with your fist in the air and eye glimmer and joyous fire
before our hands get zip tied and our embraces hog tied and our thoughts pal and tiered.

there is love in this world for you and your expression and if i am proven wrong then i don’t want to be here anymore.

…but i’m pretty sure i am right—and they won’t take my em dashes either. much, much love.