stars

– brianprince

he saw
way too many
stars
he was
pooped

out. lounged.
at the base
of kelso.

surrounded by
the galaxy’s
glow.

drowning in
joy.
pre-moon-rise
warmth.

surrounded by
the side
of the
moon we
don’t see.

don’t know.

shining
and
rhyming
the third
eye vision.

surrounded by
the bunny
the funny
the muse
the goat
the guardian
the wolf
the preacher
the free
the peace
the leader

surrounded by
my
own
self.

a story

only
the stars
can tell.

you’re the man

– brianprince

you’re the man.

yes,
you’re the
man, not

you
da man,
bro

like a salute
high-five
good-deed

just accomplished
something worth
congratulations

you’re the
man,
as in

take out the
trash, go
to the water

well, get the
clothes out
of the dryer

in the middle of
the night, be
sure the

garage is closed,
stove off, front
door locked

duties of
being
the man

yes,
i am the
man

therefore
i am
da man.

marie

– brianprince

everybody’s been talking about the coastal uneasy. seaweed. dead eels. flies and seagulls ravishly squatting. rips and Tide in the laundry’s washing machine. it’s a jungle out there, but it’s not, because it’s an ocean. hurricane marie must be pretty to make all these beaches upset. from laguna to malibu, the surfers like her. i suppose i do too.

at least

– brianprince

cashless
out of gas
in the jetta
cell battery at
seventeen
percent
said i’m sorry
more than
any human
(let alone—man to his wife)
on planet earth
in a record twenty
four hours and
still never right.

I’m living on the edge
to say
the least.

but at least
our planet is round.