learning how to cope
with what’s been is done
he can’t get a hold of time who
doesn’t have call waiting,
so he’s waiting mad,
incensing
The trees were printed and not
in motion
Power lines were numbered 1, 2, and then got smaller, way out of view,
Power lines were numbered 1, 2, and then got smaller, way out of view,
even
the
sun kept staring way too long
like
looking at a cousin
No one knew
who
he was
or
where
he was
going
the car, though bent, moved
like a chess piece in unspeakable
like a chess piece in unspeakable
indescribable direction,
was finally at some sense
rested,
in some place, in west texas
pinned
under the weighty mass
of
death in his varsity jacket
blue
and white, now that came
as a surprise
as a surprise
national
champ
his
namesake was in black and white, always the last page
he’d
taken out kids and men
presidents
and women
a tsunami whorl
taken out
ten after midnight for a final
ride
pushed by the blood-thirsty moon
what followed was a wraith-like
tide
to wash away any trace of human
imposition on some island
he was obsolete in someone’s
skin now
I guess his organs own whatever
was left;
repossessed, he gave those up,
too
one arm can
reach higher than two
reach higher than two
a bible in the backseat
a dog always knows his master’s thoughts
confident, relocates the crime scene
clues in the shepherd to the left
