On Happier Lawns, V

Justin Marks

Love endures like war
A connection I make then let
be unmade    Some guy
nodding out in a Starbucks,
severe career advice
from strangers    It’s 1pm and reality
is palpable    A gun
I leave my DNA wherever I can
and have no opinions to speak of
except when showering
When I was 8 my mother threw
a drink in my face    A taste
of blood    The clouds were a show
all on their own

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The Split Ends of My Beard Have Split Ends

My natural instincts are hardly ever right. When I sleep there is a voice in my ear coming through a cheerleader's megaphone in a really bizarre language. I understand fully. The world is out the window. When we wake on the weekends and my wife wants sex, I say, the furniture is feline, let's just snuggle. Then I get up to pee. Nothing's as good as you think it is. I'm old enough now to say of my past, that was a different time, I'm a different person. What was that noise? Successful ideas spring from great people. There is this music I heard once and if I could just have it with me at all times, there's no telling what I'd do. I'd like very much to speak the way I'm spoken to when I sleep, to have the perfect cheer. I'd also like to live forever among the brilliant colored cups of the tulips, but know how likely that isn't. If you want my advice, get out while you still can.

Money Is an Energy

Everybody is already
someone else
An existential tag line

Money is current

I would like to not live
paycheck to paycheck

You could make a pun on currency
but not quite

Money is an energy nonetheless

Dark space        Dark water

A long silent drive

Dark matter(s)

Driving is my personality

The methods of one wor(l)d revealing
the hidden harmonies of another

Prayer card      Lotto ticket      You occupy
my pocket

My payment has not arrived

A New Form(ula)

Plan the future            A presence unknown

                                        Derivative is the way I hit snooze
for an hour on my alarm each morning

rediscover and marvel at
                       my one grey chest hair

When I don't know how to respond
                      to people
I don't respond

                      This causes obvious problems

Never do I wear
           my sunglasses inside               The (false) modesty

problem forbids me                 My low fat quesadilla
                                                     is especially greasy

The sky sweeps up                   the sky                                   

                                  Brilliance radiates
                                                 from the sun

A crop duster swoops down,
                       tips its wings side to side
                       as if to say, hi              One day  
                                                              we will all be dead.

I feel best        when I write best

There are many ways I could grow
                       my facial hair, but all I do is shave.

                                              Right now I have no idea how to feel

We want to believe that without love we'd disappear, that if we have love, give love and know love, we are truly alive and if there is no love, there would be no life. But the terror is that without love, life goes on. We go on.

                              The soft bullet in       
                                         No mercy       
                                         killing

Your nail polish is the pinkest                        of bubble gum                        

                               A ringing endorsement

                               My sunglasses are covered in red

                               smiley faces