Photo by Nihal Demirci on Unsplash
drunk on
a loose grin
almost invisible
tending to stagger toward
3rd ballet position—
no use in fighting now
just glide baby
glide everywhere
no steps in the codes of silence
saturate in a vibrant blur
of expression—
waiting to unfold into
a sure thing
so,
please dig in
and
feel free
yah, feel free
free is
good.
Christopher Bruneaux is a 30-year-old poet, musician, social worker, and a benevolent curmudgeon. Hailing from the great North Country of Upstate New York, Bruneaux now resides in a bunker in Greenpoint/Brooklyn, NY where he distils cosmic absurdity into poems about dogs. He is the patron saint of the down and out, he is the flask shared between boxcar riders, he is the rock you can't shake out of your boot.