Hone Your Craft

someone told me I can become a better listener

by taking interviews with open walls,

seasonably-late crickets,

and people who take long walks alone.

the point of going anywhere is to walk around a lot

and to hear and watch, but,

only with an empty and still mind

can one accomplish such phenomenal

uhhh

she hums in her sleep and he sighs

he hums in her sleep

and they hum

and this scene makes people sigh over the

impermanence of dreaming.

the treasure room,

bolted shut 361 days a year,

contains the world's only sculpture of smog.

in a friend's towel, theirs and mine smell,

friend smell, damp

no one told me that grass is green here all the time

this could be you

clean lines art

your own, what everyone wants

open source yourself

I put on a thousand mirrors and become a disco ball of all I love

a noisey moth cocoons, breaks open

what it means to change into someone comfortable in the sound of their own breathing