other animals

when have I ever but when have I
not but yes I’m also already bored with

this balloon that can’t hold air trees chopped
away for clammy convenience

have I walked this far for a dead end

sometimes nothing stirs inside but a
wish for blindness or the old well and
endless falling but then what will come

next to hands that can hold nothing and
the nothing that can’t be held but stop

with that cloud of smoke somewhere around
here where there should be no green I mean

it’s hard to talk about flowers just
now is that enough do you need more