pink flamingo

I saw Koyaanisqatsi in high school

and it fucking fucked me up

Now if I look at clouds long enough

it feels like I can’t breathe

I think it’s coming

like a wave, the end

is somewhere far off but like

very on its way!

With life out of balance, can we feel

a creature

when it drops off the face of the earth

a forest

gone

I can’t stop stealing vitamins from Whole Foods

I know you are going crazy inside, too

I tell myself it will get better and then dream

of torching the Great Pacific Garbage Patch

sinking back into the ocean like a soothing salt bath

its warm waves blistering with petroleum

caressing a billowing smoke-black sky

Then do I die?

A big building falls down

A world leader is assassinated

I doubt the actuality of sanity and wonder

does anything like suffering ever truly end

or else that’s the joke: a weird pink bird

finds its balance on one leg and falls asleep

I just want to chill with you

and talk about life and art, too

now that you have seen the world

like I do

and haven’t forgotten all the little people

ho ho-ing around in your head

with torches and sharp weapons

horny for blood.

The only thing I have to offer

is this meager reminder:

you’ll never be boring at a party