In Anomie

    what are we
       not ocean things
          like fishes
     or outer space things
           not for a long while now
we are residents of two places
 dual citizens
       sometimes we
      forget which way to spin
    sometimes we forget what soulish
  windows our own eyes are
         and what seaworthy craft our
     brains can be
  we voice things that make us scared
   we live increasingly in anomie
   and dream disaster into being
       what myths predict us
      and what collective hope
       will save us
      let’s believe
         our next leap will be
      a grand jeté
         and no man
            will look back again

Thanks for checking out my poem.

Did I tell you I wrote a novel? You can read it here for free, or get it for your e-reader on iBooks, Amazon or Kobo. Or you can just say you read the book, and donate five bucks down below. Go on.

Gabriel Muoio

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