i walk on dear lake i walk on wonder

how the algal bloom decides the shape of its holocaust

the birds laugh at the sky with a harp of smoke strung

by their singing wingspans the trees mid-laugh-burp

a floating crown of whore-spores

if there are fairies

there must be monsters too i cannot just belong

to the good parts

are monsters just those who forgot

to mute themselves on their zoomcalls

did they become monsters before or after drowning

hey monster talk to me heyyys

one definition of sanitation work says— the moment

an individual's waste is outsourced to another

it becomes sanitation work— clean as the g-spotted

venns of insta-motivation templates— iki-fucking-gai

the tallest building in town is knee-deep in shit

the outsourced take a pic with gloves & masks

to balm the outsourcer conscience before getting back

to work knee-deep in shit

i walk on the bloom clears up

at a distance of i forgot the count

one two three four five ducklings blend their tailwhipped

trails with their mother's

i'd have flung my phone into the lake if i had known

my way back home

i walk on the way back i spot patches of

white pungent flowers where the dung has dissolved

into the earth

& i'm still left dreaming in all its wake

~ ajay

8/4/2021