The worst are full of it, and the
best are kinda preachy, you know?
The crack of bones upon repeat
creates emotional flashpoints

and the general conflagration
begins with a cringy subtweet.
Memories like Beatrician
moments in our childhood, are weak.

The endless image stream is strong
and overwhelms us daily such that
regret is forgotten and starts
to take out essential support

groups and systematically fails.
Walks of palmers, romers, pilgrims,
pass past us and help us forget
a grief well marketed, help us

see the path to the sea is free
and paths across land boundaries
are free. While youtube does its best
to suggest videos likely

to send me literally insane.
That said, if you find a poem
does not help you live, jettison
it as soon as you can, my friend