it's expected i'm gone

even though some styles have guile
you're still so sickening in repose.
maybe the story's so boring,
pedestrian as you suppose.


though you might one day see the truth
I leave detroit entirely to you
since I seem to hate your new friends
since a trajectory has no end


the world is like a tree
a tree is like a person
the people act like insects
their world quivers as a leaf


packt of kool with the hoop holes only
ripped up on the road underfoot
noticing cameltoes in a michigan desert
is a mind of tar and soot

solve for ex

because the urge to get inside his head
and make everything seem perfect is so strong
the lad feels pressure to keep us from sad

the suffix -ness, he does not know it yet-
it's just our struggle
isn't rotten fruit all the time

and time solves everything.
solves it all. here where there
is salt vapor and saline

ocean, solvents too;
so solve it all, every mystery
hopelessly dissolved.

i will at least
dissipate while
still honest

is a life
preserver
of mine

we
are
4

tinker's cart

misery and company, tin can clatter.
o scummy rumbuddy, the tinker can't matter-
he's just another soul, here, but not hereafter--

all that's good i gave you then.
my blood and tears and voice and pen.
and i am left behind from them;
the man you took away from them.

sensing sweet relief,
i take 100 steps away from me.
99 and 1/8, i am to the tide line,
still and walking,
decrying signs.