Flashes 19

Glad
to do
the dishes?

“Poetry is not

a careful thing—
poetry is lamb dust”—Kerouac

Mistaking yourself

for what
inhabits you

*

Another

celebrated
slave of ego

I don’t believe in

karma or telepathy—
I experience them

To arrive

in the world
unwanted

*

To be

welcomed
when you arrive

Handsome

blitherers
in the big parade

Landscapes

littered
with cars

*

The soul
yearns for something
braver

Judgment

is only
self-defense

What

distracts us
from death

*

A habit

of quotidian
courage



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