cowboy mouth

poem

JUDITH BRAUN

            If You See Me Please Do Not Follow I Am Too Busy Littering 
            The World With My DNA It’s Nothing Personal Frankly I Am Just
            Bored Of Drunken Pigeons Banging On The Glass Of My Psyche                
            It’s All In Poor Taste The Tax We Pay For Consciousness Like Oh, 
            Congratulations You’re Alive! But You Are Also Forbidden To Pass 
            Go And Collect $200 Don’t You Know Empathy Is Dead (No) Dead 
            (No) Dead (No) You Can’t Give Way To The Wrong Room You Must 
            Fabricate Something Operative Instead You Must Bloody Your Bread 
            You Must Only Think About Yourself And You Must Do It Constantly 
            What Else Are You Supposed To Think About Anyway? Strangers? 
            (Yes) History? (Yes) God? (Eh) Hang Your Mortality In The Entry Way 
            That’s Enough Since There Is No Stable Pronoun For What Happens 
            Next The Collective Is Draining And The Horse Is Unrecognizable Just
            Look At Those Knuckles The Hands Of Time Are So Insensitive I Can 
            Hardly Count On Them