10.6.17

what others see
my eyes do not
and not for lack
of trying.

in closing
we embraced
and i stared at
decoration

placed on shelves,
the skulls of beasts
and vertebrae
of whales

ignoring
other senses
in favor of
macabre

remembrances
and remains
of creatures
just like us

who for lack
of bedrooms
coalesced at
watering holes

and who committed
to the orgy
of the world
their bones.

what have we
to offer?
what have
we.

Written at 10:51 at night, in my office, in Agoura Hills CA.