RESOLUTIONS

i am harmless but my face is fucking grim sometimes

nothing here is making sense to me

i am collecting up empty boxes for Linda 

she’s moving

i never met her before

but

i talk to her about it all

and

she's not that interesting

but

this is me trying;

I AM TRYING i say 

to god/to no god at all/to the thin ether and hefty firmament

and 

to my booze swelling belly

i am talking 

telling Linda about the bold and dangerous dole days

of the morning Tennets Super in red tattooed hands

and 

of the 

woman who whispered to me

Can You Read?

she is not interested in me trying TRYING

out loud and COMMUNICATING

beyond my 

usual blind grunts and swift deflecting quips

i assume everything is effortless for her

i am 

noticing resolutions appear/so richly and finely detailed

from the very amber and ice 

they seek to restrict

i scribble them on my hands in crayon

this 

is me 

trying

anyway