from: Sobriety

                                The asterisk looks / like a little asshole
                                a sobering fact / which confronts me
                                the starfish of the mind contracts
                                at the river’s rumbling cataract / what a wet relief
                                what a good sign / this clinging to my life
                                by way of green leather / and denim
                                *
                                Woah says Joe
                                *
                                Sunflower sky / bucks all expectation
                                itches like the Dickens / a rose petal
                                caught in our throats

                                Ignore all signs / that do not say
                                you are here
                                *
                                It’s been five days / little white spider / and I
                                recite Kaddish by the water

                                these little yellow ripples
                                refract / the yellow trees
                                as if to say here you are