how i know april nears
by Jess Kangas
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i'm lost in ellipses of parking lot
pavement and blue...
hunched over in shops,
looking at the blended light out
the window...
the bum on main street reaches
for my shoes, then passes...
i'm the american beauty,
with soft red hair
and pearled skin
with no ambitions or desires,
passing moments with intoxication...
you are defeated,
your gray hair in
cheap denim, haggard
woman walking down eggert,
what was your plan?
when the part can't fit
into the mechanics of society...
i want no job,
child,
house
or education,
where do these paths wander?
drifting through sand like
slaves on camel back,
their eyelashes flicking
out spit of life...
i can't be calmed with thoughts of
the end of sustainable society...
to each leader,
we are the dead...
we wait for purpose, only to be sucker punched
heaven is waiting, and all else is death...
on the opposite end of
the sidewalk
spiraling
into
nothing...
or everything...
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