River Poem

 

look at the way its throat balloons

you think it could take you into orbit

if you hold it in your hand and relax

you think a frog like this could let you breathe

underwater with the rocks and the sediment

you are 75% water you know

you think this should prevent you from drowning

you drink fresh water and cry salt you know

the ocean moves like a fatass river

other bodies of water criticize it

the ocean doesn't care you know

other bodies say things like look at it sitting there

filled with fat fish and fat marine mammals

it is deep and unmoving

i think altogether

i can hardly take it anymore i am just too wrong

i am moving through the inlands

i am moving impurities

i am carrying sand

i am poisoning the wetlands

i am washing away a small dead duck

i am letting it all be so

what is waiting at the end for me

a horizontal line contains

something huge and unmeasurable

 

 

 

Pet Rock Elegy

 

i killed my pet rock

pulverized it with dynamite

stood over it and watched it

blow away from me

in the kitchen

it is fucked up

i know

dynamite in the kitchen

pet rock

pulverized

it's like what are you doing

and i can only answer

i have no idea

there is no direction

a former pet scattering away

a fog of gnats

it must eventually collect and settle

on the floor and just be still

to sweep into

a dustpan and pour

into a small jar

take it to the roof of a mountain or house

and commend the dust into the dust

shit always floating around me

i still don't remember what happened

why any of it happened

or why i did that

remember the way

we used to sit and stare at the wall

for hours until

i would take her and turn her

her pet rock ass

away and face her

toward the ceiling

dammit

i miss not cleaning up her shit

 

 

 

I Think I've Said Everything

 

in the future the plans i have made

will stand up

and walk into a dark hole that i have cut

in the universe with a knife

from another dimension

they will inspect the hole

for any signs of hope

and report back

and find none

and return back into the hole

and return to me

and fall into the hole

and return to me

and feel completely confused

and unsure

and look at me again

and return to the hole

and i will watch my plans

disappear and come back

and disappear and come back

and i will turn my body away

and stab something else

 

Daniel Bailey is currently fucking shit up. He blogs at Metaphysical Dick Touching.