Gun

I had a cousin

blew his head off

it was easy

the swans are young again

I stop to watch them fumble

with themselves I myself

was never a baby there are no photos

only stories I don't believe

of how they had to wake me to eat


have kids to fill in the blanks

make them remember how it was

to imagine when they're lost

there’s an old lady down the hall

with a bowl of candy

reduce life to that which
takes care of itself
communicate through echoes

what to do with absolute

realism

but decorate cemeteries

to do the most damage

we must have

a real faith in hell

consciousness is all I have

pain is exaggeration


pain is all I have

exaggeration is consciousness


exaggeration is all I have

consciousness is pain


all I have is

consciousness pain and exaggeration

beginnings in my life have no titles

my day has no subject no theme

and being the impersonation of 4 billion years of matter

I am not a man but men

either what I was or will become