ACCOUNT OF MY DAYS
Sequence: 4
WHAT FUN IS THIS
the best-tied shoes and most
normal digestion
blackest night for claiming
tire tracks not your own
you stumbled into bed
with the best of them
the covers trampling you like horses
turning away from the door
leaving your house to burn
raise one hand
like a balloon with no thoughts in it
miracle of flame miracle of dawn
that makes a charred wreck of the night
my poor wild mouth
you have galloped through the soup
and (by the back door)
out of the house built for you
by the judgment of generations
alone freezing on the road
the ditches have parasites
the shelters are full of danger
there is no time like the present
and no blackened bones coming up
in your driveway
review
what has been required
and place it beside you like a kitten
later babe later or is it
later even now