Jersey Pine

i've lived long enough to see phaeolus schweinitzii
 chewing the lap of this jersey pine on a walk 
 with my family during our first pandemic

i’ve lived long enough to see phaeolus schweinitzii
chewing the lap of this jersey pine on a walk
with my family during our first pandemic

to call us moist and poorly protected
would be rude but true nevermind
what i haven’t got is dirty hands and god

damnit if i know how to be selfless
among all these bottle caps and tarot cards
the bravado emptiness embitters inflames thickens

the grey launch of memory plunges seven
thousand feet into the lap of an idol
hard at work in the dry grass

the irony of course remains
we are alone leaning back in chinese
textiled seats without understanding

without compassion without hideous
perspective until we are alone photograph
-ing ourselves some distance from another drink.

OK OK OK (For Eztmrjie)

Wikipedia Poem, No. 996

after months of afternoon
eztmrjie is not the park
wikipedia poem, no. 995
eztmrjie bit the dark part
wikipedia poem, no. 995
this marriage —
that commitment —
this contaminant —
tenderly autobiographical
but denied as an institutional art-piece
the 43-year-old protagonist’s given name: eztmrjie
his anti-capital acts of speech
for me the reality’s mouth after months
of dynamite after lesson’s prescriptive stories
the character’s weird little enzymes his name is eztmrjie
black people are lebanese-americans
have a reality are trees in the park
after months after the lesson’s prescriptive streets
such a tremendous snap of respek for treats
such anti-capitalist and overly autobiographical acts