a poem. "Seagulls and Coyotes."

Seagulls and

Coyotes

will survive

but nor will I. (or, eye)

My wrists hurt

from pulling at the neck

of a lie

around those planning

obsolescence

for trapped adolescence

who die buying.

I ask half of my maker

in a prolix manner, (or, manor)

"Don't antagonize

the homeless guy."

Meditate each day

how inevitably

you die.