Poetry by Ryan Mills

             ​Tony Webster CC




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Can we imagine
                                   we belong?  Have you seen
the sun?
                                   Hopefully not
 
                                   Now the despair
sets in.

                                                 Upon four weeks prior having been
                                                 “diagnosed” 
                                                 there were passionate observations
                                                 of life being objectively 
                                                “flawed”
            
                                                What want is will never ever be.

                                    Take two swings & get the 
fuck home.  This
                                     is not an experiment but
a test &
                                     who cares what generation
it is there’s 
                                     no capital for us to change.

Vacancy is a sweat coming off the brow.

This is a photograph at Tule Lake
a prison built inside
a prison

                                                   no camps no cages

earn triple points & invest!

Hannity will trim your tree
                            they are tree                                         specialists.  Partners
                            in mercy

Purchase to support
cancer look crumpled like
two uninstalled car seats
folded on the front porch.

Tired of rising at scarecrow time
tired of extra swings & tired of the twelfth mile.

Thinking in last season’s shoes w/ holes for rain
water that Great American Replenisher what does the president send
citizens whom the Great American He 
would shun & not speak to?  Large & ill-fitting 
sexually oriented material?  
                                                                                                     Shove the slot full.

Tired of the Huge Tire Event!
why so many signs to enquire 
w/ erosion?  Again, trash            & a number for concern

piles under the mail box.

                                                                                                       Today Kavanaugh “plowed through”

Tired

at the foothills of the Unholy Hill
w/ oversize box of Ultra Plush
to deliver tired of Thinking how
unimportant to the lives of the
customers Thinking is & feeling
as a puddle of melted body a little 
branch broken off the tree by power
company fallen on hood of car.

It is not 
in left sinus
now so why cry?

                                               cry more

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Ryan Mills is a letter carrier in Portland, OR and a co-founding editor of Old Pal Mag.
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