while filling my head again under the tap i felt
like i was falling. the hundreds of times you’ve done
this & i end up floating off & i’ve got a
stomach full of oranges & i’m gonna throw up,
you ain’t fit for this type of flying, kid
& tomorrow i’m going down to the dock to see
scary things come out of the waves the time you
thought you could make a difference, the
car will stall you don’t take good care of it
we never took good care of much &
my home isn’t anywhere, anymore you left it yourself
it’s over there, tossed aside
& i’ve got something to say the
world is a place we’ve wrecked
, a place we made our own ¬hing, not
the trees, not the ocean, not the elephants or
polar bears has anything to say but leave
so we will
Davis Land is a person from Texas. They run a literary journal called Alien Mouth (alienmouth.com) and have published a few poetry books which were alright.
