So



the sound of the dog
barking
is loud
as the sound
of the cars
passing is
quiet
if the art urge
is animal
mine
is primal
it gets
sick
I wish
I were at a party
a drug
and sunset party
all of the doors
and windows
open
and everyone
laughing
or their mouths just
all the way
open
an electro-
magnetic
orange
on their faces
I wish
I were in a field
a wasted
city grass field
several
thousand
wildflowers
and the cottonwood
trees just
massive
and there
is my friend
who loves me
like I have
always
wanted
to be loved
totally and from
afar
my heathen
my hallowed
my so full of
my halogen
sunny evening
are you your
own worst
or are you
your
own
best
71      57      45      50
          54      are the highs
                    the next
                    5
                    days
and the waterfall
I cannot
get to it
itís not
good for me the way
air falls
or even
rises
who is only as
present as
my last
breath


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Born and raised in Chicago, Eric is finishing an MFA at Bowling Green State University in Ohio. Eric's poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in Bayou, Juked, Verse (online), and Volt. Eric's first collection, Serpent Something, is seeking a press.