Keep up with You, because
nobody else will. They are too busy

getting affordable housing while

the housing bubble burst
and we burst into tears.

You can try to judge the world outside
by going through my hometown
but homegrown prophets are never respected
anyway.

Fortunately I’m not from here.

I don’t have any questions about Monday.
Or maybe I do.
This once again Memorial Day.
Should I light a candle or a grill or a firecracker?

Thou shalt not kill.

The presidents of the same world
the sane world,
wield worms when dead,
the same as the poor, the plain, the painfully shy.

You don’t have to be famous
to fill out the next week’s schedule
so it can send flowers to followers,

Condolences as carnations.

Collapse into tears
Fall into pieces
Cut me a slice of the pie of grief
And fry it up with a side of being human.