Love and Carnage

Where are we now
(Who are we anyway?)
The parts of me that you
love are empty beings

Don’t fuck it up
when success
is arbitrarily
handed to you

Take the 5:10
to Dreamland

America is waiting

I pass by here every day,
orange sunshine, silent holy stones
making sense of nonsense

You are different now.
But not bad different.
Just, you know, not like 1999.

Go die, come back, I’ll love you.
Violet hearts run crimson tides

Assembled from titles of artworks in MoMa Member Calender, Sept, 2016

Howie Good co-edits White Knuckle Press with Dale Wisely.

See more of his poems in 4.4 and 1.2 and 1.3 and 2.4 and 3.4 and 3.4