I rode piggyback style
on the front of a tsunami
into a burning front yard
where people were
wearing snake neckties
just waiting to drown
in frowns from when
they were young.
It's a long way down
to the top of pretty stops
and starts with okay problems,
where it's weird to feel alright,
especially on white nights.
how far are you,
because I want to know
how long to linger,
how short to thrive,
what it's like to be alive
in the foul 21st century,
not old, just gross,
and gauge it all with my elbows.