silence interprets where 
language fails
languidly
a concrete ship
floats down
head to toe
to play fake
cowboy and indian fairly
we switched roles 
when a cowboy
wanted to be an indian
only knew cowboy talk
that was fake
destiny
folded notebook page
the outcome is uncertain
eightfold
in indian we only knew how
not why
the sinking feeling
of play
grunt and looked confused
angry 
poked by guns 
yingyang truth
generations of
binary angry
fools


. i don't know why that came out like that. it started with the concrete ship that reminds me of a toy boat i may have had for the bathtub. i don't really remember playing cowboys and indians but i remember having beaded vests and stuff for white boys passing through tourist zones. i wrote it while watching goodby to language, which i saw before but which changes on repeat viewing due to the speed and chaos of history unfolding.