my bigger picture perspective
is Christ-like
my patience worse
than a 2 minute cigarette
my heart is like a hairy rock
tattooed and overdosed
on testosterone
in a subsahran desert
but it’s cold instead
I live in the space between that binds
the tundra together with the desert
I rest comfortably in my hammock stuck
in the horizon of sky and earth
in my sleep I see
the universe engulfing itself
and I become every drunk wanderer
in all of the stories of stories
sometimes I’m even just the beerbottle
they exchange together
but drunk by the universe itself