CURRENT LOCATION

first i lived for 27 years and 7 monthsish
then i had a difficult religious experience in the car while my friend
read a poem he just wrote because of art, 
then i drank 20 oz of water, a carrot, and an avocado, 
and all that makes the sun come out. 
first i lived all the memories in an old house with a supernatural vernacular, 
then my dad’s job started killing my heart, 
then my mouth started working, 
and all that made me breathe through my hand out the properly cracked
jeep backwindow while i cover my face and have visions, 
and all that put me back in the forest portal
through which the sun tore. 
first i wrote some letters and msn chats, 
then i wrote some emails and modified a louis lamour book, 
then i partnered for a quarter of my fucking life,  
then i tried dating for two years, 
then i stopped, 
causing the bullshit spillway uphill from me to break before my pool fills,  
the plants to absorb through a crust of rancid sediment,  
sun to crack my very round skull in the back and exit by plowing
through the idiotic bridge between my eye sockets,  
states to dissolve at the borders,  
countries to melt back into the topographical grass-scape that clean burns off
keys, compass rose, mile-to-inch proportions, human vanity, most visible layers, 
but leaving the weird way that seeds develop in or outside of fruit, 
heavy or with feathers, crossing their fingers to hitch a ride
inside a shitting animal.