burly badger in my brain,
stomping on the slimy
coils, scratching at
my gray matter,
moving things
along.

keep it up.

tiny tadpole in my brain,
swimming softly through
the chunks of dumb
crap, please keep
doing what you
are because
it feels
cool.

keep it up.

little banjo in my brain,
i love to hear you
banjoing on while
i pretend to
know what
this is.

keep it up.

GAHLDANG! only
a few thousand more steps
down greenfield,
my friend.

keep in one piece, try
not to burn down
any houses, and
we should have
a good week.

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what becomes
dizzy when it stands up
too fast? what falls
asleep when trying
hard to focus?

what feels guilty
for not fulfilling
expectations? what loves
even more when it
hurts to do so?

not a thing.

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mccoy the tortoise
builds dreams with
his fingers. otherwordly
cityscapes, tears, and
fragile paintings

emerge from hammered
strings as if by chance
as he enjoys these manifestations
with a smile.

i close my eyes,
my chest tightens.

so many loves
to let go of

and love still
without will.

wringing cloudy
water from green rags
in brown buckets, sunim's
gentle voice echoes in my
mind's ear, reminding

me that i'm missing this chance
to awaken with the coarse wet fabric
between my fingers.

leaving no time to assign
emotion, i keep moving with the
noises, with the heat, with
the pervasive stillness
of all this.