I would like
to be wearing a
large shirt that
says dead horse point

maybe you should
call me,
pick up the phone
and say one word
only to pick it up
again and
say another

there were
geese on the
road and I
wanted to see
one die

take me
on a vacation
where you
remove my
brain and
ask for
nothing in

my blood is
blue on the
page tonight
and I will
dream about
people I have
spent months

is just another
form of memory

this is my best
poem in months
and I refuse to
give you credit