Waiting On A Good Sailing Wind Poem by James Murdock

Paper napkin, plastic fork, head hung in a
barley bin—
pepper packets
silver like razors
sharp enough to cut you, too
This booth is large enough for six of me
kingly thrones
for
fatasses
and people's phones all softening
their sadness
but it runs deeper—they can't see it
so many old people
have been gone for years
technology helps them
goquietly
an old guitar rattles
I am at home
the waitress smiles
and asks what I'm doing
making you eternal
I say
but don't mean it—

my body aches and I'm waiting
on a good sailing wind
gonna wave goodbye
to all my family and friends
and cackle on clouds like
sand dunes
of butter.heaven is a state
of mind, someone told me
hell is other people
I read
valentina bottle almost empty
I squirm
heard cayenne cures cancer
but if
heat beat the sickness, I'd be the devil
himself—