Nick Sturm

WHAT A TREMENDOUS TIME WE’RE HAVING!

I wash my laundry in blue sauce
My tribe gnaws on the radio & speaks
misguided into the ether It is not clear
what we are singing or where we are going
to store this million pounds of ice cream
I am a sphere of light hovering over a sandwich
I have a slow colorful thought
blinking in my cortex An entire history of
beautiful people falling asleep with cats
is somehow irrelevant What the hell
do we think we’re celebrating
Sunflowers have the hospital surrounded
Everything I wear smells like the mountains
The part of me that is speaking is the only part
of me in the mountains

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WHAT A TREMENDOUS TIME WE’RE HAVING!

My head recently reported it has reached
a resolution to work towards a resolution
I stand in the yard eating pie with my fingers
& feeling uncertain about buying
another roll of wrapping paper when
everything is already such a mystery
Trees touching other trees
The morning air against my typeface
I spend all day stranded on this digital archipelago
liking everything My spirit animal is a bear
with a confetti cannon strapped to its back
The point is to surprise you & then maul you
into pieces of joy

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WHAT A TREMENDOUS TIME WE’RE HAVING!

Let’s head back into my head
to graze on the brouhaha Let’s get off track
& unfold into cathedrals Belief is more about
collapse than coalescence Every atom
a dance party made of tinier dance parties
& the cops knocking at the door of each one
like we don’t know what we’re doing wrong
or love each other more because of it
What good is a parade if it’s not disguised
as a landslide Every time I see an airplane
I believe in something I don’t understand
& that’s how I got here The dictionary
bathed in wite-out A moose alone
on the coast of Norway In the end
I’ll crash a golf cart into the lake & there
it will rest for a thousand thousand years

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