Day 16: Pretending to be Not Memorable

Pretending to be Not Memorable

Pretending the green grass to grow
where blood runs amuck in the coarse sand
to the wellspring of ancient oil.

Tears water the landscape, fertile as deaths
decay. Sweet as the ripeness that speeds it
along in the open air.

While pretending, let’s have some laughter
that is not uneasy and broken the surprise
of reality soaked in blood.

Let’s mix in a little arm chair tranquility.
A good nights sleep, and a day of mercantile
not memorable for anything except the free
exchange of goods and services.