obviously i am glad

Hello.
I would like to express my gladness.
I am glad for the existence
of the neat faces of flower men
and the lit cigarette in golden
Buddha's smiling mouth
at the restaurant I ordered lunch from
today. It was delicious.
Perhaps we should all smoke more.
I am glad for the existence
of caves undiscovered by mankind
but home sweet home to sweet
sweet creatures unknown
and the flora and fauna considered
friends and family in the damp dark.
I am glad for the existence
of creatures we may never wish to kiss.
I would kiss anything
between work and home.
I am glad for the existence
of baseball caps, the backwardness
of some bills, the tiny stitches,
the fingering that goes into it.
I am glad for the existence
of diaries kept secret surviving
their authors -- that we might understand
a life of lost conversation, city pigeons
and why everyone on TV speaks American
even when they don't.
Perhaps we should write more
and think less about writing.
Perhaps happiness fifty years for now
is more important than happiness today
and the answer to everything is
that we are completely and irrevocably fucked.
I am glad for the existence
of palm trees
like fireworks frozen in time
growing limp in the sun I imagine
is shining over Orange County.
I am glad, so glad, for the existence
of pizza. What a fucking fantastic idea
that was.

smell

You smell
like six wet farts
holding hands.

In the belly of
the kneeling bus
passengers pray
to the patron saint of
flatulence
every morning
and eight hours later again.

Cloud like a tortoise shell.
Today I smell like rubber gloves.
Today is all about honey.

When my lover
farts in her sleep,
I am so happy.

I could lie awake all night
smelling the smell.