I can hear the ocean
just my cupped hand over my ear
there’s no wind
just pressure
distant love calling my name
the floorboards are old
I’m not the first one here
nor in outer space
as art dies
original words
history like the ideas they animate
unique perspective
extinct or just on the run
there is no longer fiction
just copies and replicas
we too
each of us
not even genetics
has that ability
and the ice melts
the sound of paws thins out
we segregate
into old ways
evolution finished
Darwin is laughing
beneath the earth
a timeline existed
I think Hawkins knew
Einstein definitely knew
there’s a shift
we can’t deal with it
chaos in cities
new anarchy
old animosity
manifests as
fear in subways
the crazies are dangerous
quietly we hate
the kind hearted wait
but they are few
smog is plenty
empty mouths too
crying at vultures
and we replicate and relocate
undone salt waves are rising
hail in June
the mosquitos are due
even they don’t appear –
another shift occurs
internal in each of us
an epiphany
like the one I had last night
under orange lights
staring at a marked wall
seeping through its texture
embedded antiquity and smoke
spittle and rain
an illusion that collaborates
imaginary and stronger
but the longer days
call out to me
with their fiery charm
so I won’t go
to sleep
this night
