1 poem
SASS ME IN THE HOLY GLOOM OF THE MIDDLE AGES
“well, that is just the trouble about this state of things, it ruins so many horses”
I
take the richmond train is wrong
at least we’re moving early
ever early
II
dabbled in releasing prisoners
for nonviolent offences, sweet
celebrity on high sing commute seat contentment
an eight minute effort at the end of an album about
Strawberry peel signage off 88 East
Carson City shits whatever you call
home, made space, tame & angry –
read monopoly
dig right into that mountain if you’re looking for birds
you’ll find them in every crunch of a shoe towards shore
an unspecified kind of sad & beautiful
atta boy
feel it all
tropical depression
III
i should be on Adderall, miserable,
this tennis ball had a better breakfast
than me
yeah
meaning yeah & nothing else
it’s a complicated slope
and i am at the bottom
smiling
IV
surface enough but boring like dining room chairs
or dead grandmas & what you’d give to see them
see you do this on another side of earth
softer, salter fracture &
crack open a coconut
water, hydrate my rocks
you thought cuffing jeans could keep an ocean from you
reconsider & walk back thinking of drying the times
i’ve obsessed over dirty feet & carpets, a perpetual flake
of something i can’t tell
if the horses are cops are
kids with twig revolvers
another toe in the ocean
V
guess who’s walking down the beach
an educate
a warning
we’re nice now which makes it easier
but i’ve turned on too many dimes so
maybe i’m not the one you should be
listening to crashes differentiated by time &
attention, this is where they would have come
the armies i have never seen
peacetime in a technical sense
but Safeway’s always open
VI
get me in touch with Eric Dolan
let’s talk business breathe profit
walk exactly as fast as a cloud
thinking
her thoughts &
the marathon
VII
we are a richmond train and it is never a good idea to lean over the edge
as a train approaches
a case for things
Eric Dolan is a poet from New Jersey, teaching elementary school in San Francisco, writing puke pop nonsense for the disenfranchised masses.