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
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
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
Your nail polish is the pinkest of bubble gum
A ringing endorsement
My sunglasses are covered in red
From You're Gonna Miss Me When You're Bored (Barrelhouse Books, 2014) by Justin Marks. Copyright © 2014 by Justin Marks. Used with permission of the author.