treetop caucus

clean slate of highrise policiies

tracking biounits

breaking platinum records

like they didn’t matter

what the coach did

where the drones hid

on hilltop perch

like that actress who’s made it

don’t trade in your old issues

because one day, everyone will want to read them

a boat or a bed made up for the special guests,

chocolate wafers on the pillow

illicit affairs of the heart, in shadows, in travels

taking my energy

a high pitched note

carried over morse code

tap tap tap, incompetent strategies

programming since birth

coding like its no tomorrow

tracing the tail bones of the mummified remains

like an egyptican from last year

faced with looming tornados

and trickster acrobats

we drink rum and coke in the afternoon

switching to nastrtiams and honeycomb in the early evening while dusk bound mosquitos whisper rhymes and rhythms of the down under to escaped convicts hustling a crust of bread, like they’re not worthy, or they’re most worthy.

if you die they’ll look at the things you had in your pockets

inspecting the minutiae of a life

i scribble my notes on it all

and forget the sordid accounts’

where i’m judging and mocking others

feeling sorry for their standard amounts

— it is hard to be an immigrant

although you are told you are welcome

in fact you ally with your homeland

and think nothing of what you’re about

i laced the chilli with peppercorns

and the people are hardly aware

as we made you into our silence

we traced your remains to the lair.