LAND OF THE LIVING

poems are a chance
silver wild air
not the maiden in 
the rotting boat
not the daughter
living without sorrow
who takes you there?
girl in the movie
who takes you?
the one who knew the brain
buried in your foot
does he take you?
songs or money or tv 
or going to the only
open store in town 
to buy a single crayon
cream galaxy 
across the 
rough

Bobby Whitney Dance

When you get old 

You’re supposed to need reading glasses 

But I read good

Instead I suddenly need distance glasses

My doctor said that’s fucked

But they did a bunch of tests

And I’m fine

I shopped for glasses alone

And I had to do the glasses dance

Alone

I need need 

I need to go go to get my my my

Glasses glasses

Before you go go 

Do you like these on me?

My new new my glasses glasses

They work they work for me

They work they work for me