417

I’d like to push
Delight in fall
And watch a wave
Carry to grave

I’d like to never
Hear a call
Sounding like
Yester’s hike

And wonder it well
To mention a last
A billionaire’s gloom
The ironic tomb

A sneezing away
Of the misery
A pretty goodbye
A pretty goodbye

416

I don’t mind it
Maybe I like it
Perhaps it’s beneath me
Perhaps it rescues me
But too many hours in a day
Have never been good for me
So a light and a servant on the mend
A light and a servant walking over
A light and a servant forgets
And smiles in special moments
Never sure
Never sure
Never sure
But optimistic

415

When you sit
As a mess
You want
To be nothing
When you stand
As a hero
You hide
And Scurry
The fact
Of your
Inconsequence
Is not widely
Agreed upon
At all
No way
To deliver
To you
A truer
Picture
Of you
No way
To deliver
To you
An idea
Of you
Complete

414

Will you see me
Then you did
How you did

Will you free me
Then you did
You’re doing it still

Right about here
Right about now
Right about so many things

Right when I need
It is your habit
To share what you have

With those like me
Who have nothing to bring
Who have not a thing

And just like that
You’re making
Happy things again

413

Call it falling nicely
Like when we settle down
When the start of it all
Seems silly now
Cause the thief
Was just a coat
It’s when you
Only see the world
Out of the corner
Of your eye
And the real
Has a loose relationship
With the fake
But from behind
The bombastic bleakness
Of all the downed towers
You can’t possibly hear
The snap of the wire
All you can do is
Pop and lock
With the lunatics
All you can do is
Enjoy the cherry sour
All you can do is
Watch the cabin flood
And maybe ride the zipper

412

White
So ashy
Near dead
A mumbler among us
Little bitty sway
And just a-ringin’ them hands
Take that job seriously
More seriously than all
So clearly pained
Painted on pain
So clearly illuminated
Painted on light
And a vote more noble
Than any could be
Which is not the job
Not even close
It’s just safe
And windshield smear

411

People don’t want
Nothin’ to do
With cowards
And liars
And you
Cause they seen
The red of your eyes
As clear as can be
And know with surety
That you are all three
Which is why
You side-windin’now
Doing the dance you do
Side-windin’ and cattle-calling
Chopping and dicing
And keeping all the pieces
For yourself
Girl, go on
If they build it
You’ll tear it down
If they sacrifice
You’ll rain on the parade
Cause you ain’t got
A virtuous bone
In your whole body
But you sure can hate
Yourself first
And often
And then all the rest
Starting with the leaders
On a busy Mother’s Day
Spittin’ fire
While offering honey
Laced with arsenic
You are known

410

That itch dogged through all of life
Imagine fearing skin in the heat
Imagine knocking it out with hot water
Making everything worse with hot water
How sad the child must explain the red
How sad the child must sleep bloody
With socks taped to nervous fingers
And wrestled naked like a greased pig
And owning nothing that doesn’t stick
Pause the writing to chase and chase
Pause the speaking to chase and chase
Pause all manners of living to scrape
To itch and scrape and crack and ooze
To hurt and scab and peel and bleed
Isn’t this the same way we all pup
The same way we all curl into a ball
To pass out from exhaustion and panic
Does the winter never take a break
Or spring or summer or fall lay low
Why doesn’t stale wind sour or numb
Why don’t the crowd’s mad tips resound
Is all that merely makes lonely boys
A taunter’s tale to skip shower scorn
A taunter’s tale to steal the salve

409

Warm caramel
From hand to hand
And kindly blind
And kindly blind
With a confident
Cadence and trod
Of a million chains
Laid in rows
And pulled
As the tide
Toward marching on
And a happy unison chorus
Of a forward lurching song
Compares to nothing
Quite like the skill
Now upon the day
This enchanted day

408

I didn’t know
You were a treasure
You’ve seemed to me
Rather to be
Somewhat of
A blank slate
And I’m sorry to say
That I’ve never seen
Much promise
Though others have
But tonight
Through tiny talk
I saw a hint
Of rhythm
And a spark
Of light
And heard
My soul scream
Finally
This could be fun