RID OF YOU / OF ME

rid of you 
i stayed in a all night 
to make a foil 
star

some days i wake  
to a pale blue peace 

other days the bile 
gains power with 
sleep

could i love you as you are, 
rid of me? 

purged and pure, on course,
that book about being
a king zipped up inside the back 
of your fleece?

i flip through the stations 
and suck on hard gum
safe in my car full of half crushed
cans

beneath the surf the
yellow fish graze
a rusting anchor

today i waste no time 
pretending i have 
lost

take all that you have 
and be poor