Satsuma Sunset

I want to say I am a boat or I am a man or I am a man on a boat

motherfucker

in the blue chalky haze of a scene being painted

over calming waters in an industrial inlet

but as I string these words together I can’t even

though I can paint a perfect muddle

that may represent the blueprint of this Sunday

you wouldn’t understand

instead imagine the paling orange chopped vertical streak

as a reflection on the water’s surface of a satsuma sun setting

in a postcard that no one will ever send

as no one really writes anymore purely

to drop someone a note in the mail

but still we repurpose art on 3 x 5 cards anyway

and sell them just like we take postcards and use them

for writing prompts

even in the oversaturated market of internet publishings

with too few gates and too many gatekeepers

motherfucker

yes I want to say I am a writer

but the smudge of smoke in the sky

is just as much a cloud as it is the billowing ejaculate

of too many factories smokestacks polluting the sky

while ovens burn with bodies

recycling genocide yet another time; in Gaza

motherfucker

there are no longer eyes to watch the sunset