Everybody could live a good life

Everybody could live a good life

-full of all the great things, love and fucks,

money and sunlight.

Nutritious consumption habits for all

Fires and single malt scotch. Sweet tobacco.

A forest to find mushrooms, the black dirt

to find leeks for all of us. Raspberries for the world

 

old days seem to be hard matter. 

now that war is in he keeps spacing out

the thimbleberries of youth and white pine shadows,

mother hanging

clothes on the line

stand him up in this blood

bloat. the stink and heat are

unforgivable

 

the lake he lost ego in by repeatedly

jumping off the twenty foot cliffs

into the cold blue of the north, is far away. 

 

the waves in august, warm 6 foot. surfing

with body, knees

ground down into the hard and large grains

mixed with agates, sedimentary rocks, grouped

and clustered, coal, yet to break free,  not important. 

 

 

In with a spiritual, full humanity -a pound

fear and there are the guns, the helmet, the mask. 

 The bombs. The sand

Its hard to get enough when in war.

sleep nods,  he’s well fed, don’t bend for sausages. 

Imaginary pickles choke him off. 

 Now he’s smart on war and dumb on leftovers.

How long does a roasted chicken last?