I thought for sure I was dejected… but in slipped a delusion of grandeur, victory— I garnered admiration,

S, I gotta tell you, this sixty-five cents is worse than a lump of coal. I pray the remover of obstacles

Wanting anything— What a curse. I take the simplest of shelter, revisit proven feeding grounds, do what my organs demand.

Mowing with the sickle I stop abruptly and remember crawling out the window to smoke on the roof

Tears tears do a walk-by unload the clip don’t know why now

I saw him on the side of the road, on the side of the interstate exit… Maybe he was 18, definitely not 21… tired but not yet haggard. The moment I saw him

Incense thick with a scent that is true and a bit soiled and dense so dense I lift

Curling black from crematorium sta… tell me again the hoax of the soul… The cowl paces, pretends to be faceless, swinging silver

As far as the eye can see— Limitless blue nowhere to be found.

I feel newly acquainted with this skin, everything is novel, intensity is wherever my eyes land,

Don’t bother with worry, this isn’t me crying to you all. I am crying to the scribe in the w… who’ll take this story and mount i… upon a medium, a tape, a film,

Just leave the fucking flags at ha… Or half-staff. Or whatever it’s called. Just fucking leave them there.

Brian and I were driving through… which is another name for Indianap… somewhere in South Broad Ripple, a dicey zone and the neighborhoods… we slowed up through a street line…

Are we in the field or on the field? When I soar for the disc I wonder how that cloud got its shape.

Forget shoplifting, not pushing your cart back to the cart-corral is the true crime. Amazing,