Bugolgi Apparatus

 Peopling People are problematic  they don’t always do what you want them to  sometimes they do  nothing at all  you have to beg and threaten  curse and provoke  the way you’d  eat a cannibal  people are my favorite drug  the way they reflect your thoughts  I like watching them if only to predict  where and where they start to go wrong  when they think  they’re in it for themselves  when they feel original  when they’re getting so far ahead  as if death  was the only goal 

  The usual   we’re dying   I thought you knew that   did you forget when   you went to work depressed we’re dying   and we don’t know exactly   what it means but it should give us reason to pause and reflect on meaning   in this dailyness   how we treat ourselves   and each other   we’re dying like everyone   who’s come before and left   writing a word or a line   or better yet cleaning   up   after   ourselves  

  Please Take My Time the more I know   the fewer questions I have   about my role and   what comes next   we could take turns   you could drive for a while as I head for your curves   please take my time   you’ve put a lot work into yourself   curated a life   despite this mess as I untangle riddles written yourself   I get drawn into knots   tied like you’re seven we could order another course finish the wine   but if you’re sure you’ve got to go please take my time   amidst the devastation   in spite of the death   there’s a new horizon   and some beauty left   we can fight all night   and still make the bed   get it right once   and never again   until then   I’ll just rhyme these lines   leave the suitcase   but please take my time