At the Grocery Store

The children
And their darting
Eyeballs want the ground
To turn on.
They spot a thing
Outside themselves
That clicks in
Their brain
Settles into
A spot cradled
By angry need.
They pout until it
Burns in their hands
They touch it
Turn it over
Inhale and it
Disappears. Everything
They touch goes
Invisible. None of this
Scares me.

We Are Not Animals Anymore

Trammel the horses
Who pull your cogs.

Ask around for bait
To quell the lures.

Make haste with your haircuts
Now how do you feel?

In movie theatres,
Concentrate on your hands,
The watchers’ faces,

Discover what kind
Of thing you are