when giving in
to the fluctuations
occuring rampantly
across both my
x and y axes
i breathe deep
through broken
glass filled lungs
and remember

once sylvia smiled
as she watched the bees
hank tore up another
racing forum in
abject disgust
joey ramone didn’t
want to grow up
and lemmy doubled down
on the ace of spades

all of that occured
on this wobbling little
marble of infinitesimal
little miseries

it can’t be
all that bad if
they existed
once upona time

somewhere
she walks barefoot
down the beach
unaware my heart
catches at the hint
of her name
i am content there
a forgotten glimmer
in her oblivious day
bleeding watercolor
blossoms in
lowercase dismay