what's next to you and what's not

By law of laws

We’re guilty

Guilty of clapping off beat

Not wearing our shoes when we’re supposed to keep them on

Wearing a cap and sunglasses

Hooting when nothing happens

Hollering at the end of each collective breath

We give a standing ovation for every tear and exhalation

Because we can

And it’s free

It’s free to stand and stomp your feet

It’s free to speak in Russian and explain the gospel

It’s free when no one holds you accountable

It’s free when you can walk on water

and sing your death into a microphone

night series: vi

It's nights like this I forget I have no political views and just exist as a member of the green party because I didn't feel particularly blue or red at the DMV but a striking shade of verdant undecided

the globe

As I sit in the Globe, I paint

And I spin

My brush has become my point of axis

One stroke to the next

Each meaning nothing in the end

God bless this Globe

God bless the Globe that gives me pause and escape

I drink and watch them chatter

I’m home

But I am spinning so I can’t be home

I recognize the words, I recognize some tastes

But I can’t set my head straight

Chain the dog, because I am not going anywhere

At least not yet

I need to spin a while longer

night series: v

It's nights like this when I can say that I love and sing it as I surrender and conquer when I scale the cliffs of Étretat and liberate a people a people who guard a nation ravaged by greed and jealousy

days 7-10

day 7, 8, 9

and

now it's day 10

I slept in my own bed on the 7th day

and ate a red steak on the 8th

I cheered a group of men onto victory on the 9th

and I traveled many miles to this spot, to this 10th day

day 10

such an even day

night series: iv

It's nights like this when I can call Abraham a dick for tricking Isaac into what he called just a pleasant walk, if not a sacrificial one