the daily tide
of lies can overwhelm
well not the lies themselves
perhaps but the matter
of factness with which
claims do not matter
or have no matter
of fact to them at all
yet they do they
become facts they swing
into action to make
their own reality
and it is ours now
“you’re soaking in it”
so stop calling it
alternate the alternate
is more likely
an unbelievable feed
in which things
remain rather perfect
that cocktail from above
with urfa dust
on craft ice cube
a black bowl nestled
with burnt baby kale
or some other
colonically beneficial green
from the latest joint
serving brunch all the time
that breathtaking sunset tho
poolside at luxury hotel
somewhere I am not
I understand the need
for things to like
and be liked
in the sea of lies
but the biggest in the sea
keeps saying everything
can go on as before
everything will be alright
it already can’t
it’s already not