—WHY DO I FEEL LIKE THE INVISIBLE MAN?


Purple Cafe and Wine Bar, Seattle, 9/25/2020

this poem’s
been drinking
since the
apocalypse
curbed my nerve
dropped me in a cage
turned my yum to ash
and I can’t stop
regretting those
times I left
and all the time
I set aside
as if reduction
is gratuity
or naivety
the absence of
life on high
another unsaid
goodbye
even I
didn’t think you
could sanitize the sky
but it’s possible
to euthanize desire
canal through the root
bury it all
in heaps of soot
until blue goes gray
white goes red
and you find
yourself alone
at a table  
in the land of
the walking dead