Doing daily shit while waiting
to swing the axe. To sing a lullaby
about doing dishtowels while looking
atrocious. To cinch the lariat
around the vocal apparatus
while doing nothing but proposing
paradise. Its microclimate
and solar array. Doing a mylar
helium balloon then reciting
The Pledge of Allegiance.
Proposing to believe. To routinize
failure into a form of hoping
to take the auspices
seriously. To follow them
out of the idiolect, motioning
toward forgiveness in that place
where doubtless it rains, but weather
is small and lenient. Along the way
to burden the sentence. To be
that burden, merging into traffic
with the precision of a bird.