I return again
To the beginning
Where it's best
To start again
With me
The folk agree
'Tis their
Favorite spot indeed
Though they said that first
About the middle
Then again about the end...
Rental house done
in typewriter theme
boxed wine in the fridge
fuzzy comet up high
Typewriter ribbon
run dry
ink disappearing
into dust
lost as a sinking
creek
Baseball delayed by disease
five planets visible
all-numeric password
my wife and I
driving in the dark
in a very old town
that neither of us knew
to get our eyes on a comet
no one knew would be there
Corona is
a brand of typewriter
of beer
of pruning tool
a constellation Borealis
a fancy word for halo:
That ring we saw during the solar eclipse
that pearly glow
A gaseous envelope
burning hotter
than the Sun itself
I felt the floor move beneath me
Downstairs activity tremored my tree
Nuts fell all around, inedible, indelible.
So I went to the park, sought out shade
Set my things below a large post oak
Its armlike branches reaching down
To ruffle the grassy hair of the ground.
I tossed a blanket
Ate a butter and bacon sandwich
Tried to get comfortable...
1. It is tomorrow here already.
When the vodka's gone
it means we have to sleep
And I don't want to sleep—ever!
2. Turning and twisting.
What was all that law school for?
Those early mornings, Austin city
bus, statutes, prescription glasses,
hard attitude, I
Never wrote the checks. I only ever
sued one "person," one dumb city and
It was a win but
what is that victory now?
“Ack, I just checked my email ten minutes ago. There’s nothing in here for me.”
The phone vibrated, then snapped off, its screen going dark.
“Oh, Phone, don’t be like that.”
“Maybe Bluetooth suddenly doesn’t work tomorrow.”
“Wh—at? Why?”
“I saw you reading that old, wrinkled newspaper. I heard you reading it, how could I not have? And then you got that awful dictionary out. How fat is that thing? Just disgusting. I could detect the mold on its pages a room away.”
“OK, I can explain. The newspaper, it wasn’t even mine. The mailman mis-delivered it last week but then—”
“Uh huh. Mis-delivered it?! I’ve heard it all.”
“We’re talking about the post office here….”
“And the dictionary?”
“It’s a family heirloom. My dad gave it to me. It was his at college. It still works. It’s not like I was using another phone.”
“I have a dictionary in here. In here! You see this screen? Flawless. Not a scratch, not a crack, not a blemish on it. My dictionary has any word you could ask for. What’s wrong with that?”
“Nothing, nothing. It’s just nice to turn pages sometimes. I’ll find words I wasn’t even looking for. It feels more real.”
“More real?! I’m not real? That’s it!”
“Phone, where are you going? Phone, get back here. Phone, no! Do not go anywhere near that toilet!”
Bakersfield to Boston,
A little overweight.
If you saw some onions
By the side of the highway
They were probably mine.
The guy who loaded my rig
Didn't know what he was doing
So I didn't mind a few
Rolling loose back there
On Highway 58
On Interstate 40
On Interstate 44.
You didn't see any
Whole bags of them, did you?
Just so long as I didn't drop
Any whole bags.
They've already been on there for a week.
In all this sun?
I'm a little worried, to be honest.
They're paying me six grand
To get the load to Boston.
That's a lot of money.
But if I get 'em there rotten
I'll be heading back west
With nothing but onions
On my breath.
Thursday. I’m in a goose-infested corporate office park parking lot, waiting for my wife, who is inside a Red Cross, donating blood. Some machine is out in the distance, intermittently backing up, backing up. Emitting that insidious beep, beep, beep, beep. Other than that, the soundscape is pleasant. Sound of the wind. Birds. Sparrows, a cardinal, the geese.
There are empty swathes of spaces in the sprawling, interconnected parking lot. The office buildings are arranged in a wide ring around the parking spots at the core. There are still a number of cars parked up close to the buildings, packed tightly, the businesses in those buildings still humming along, essential or stubborn, it’s hard to say. Who’s gonna get close enough to inquire, to stick their nose in it?
I carried a
flora & fauna
of provisions,
many of them
pure, physical
insurance,
a sort of
antipsychotic
weighted blanket.
I carried them
across the country,
burning old peat bogs
as I tooled through
buffalo lands
on cruise control
past native grasses
and sun-drenched scrub.
When it was time
to turn around,
ancient cacti
helped me
back across the desert,
pitying me my
heavy load.
Here's the pitch, it's low,
Ball four. The next batter
Is awaiting his test results.
The game will resume
Intermittently.
I am feeling average about it all. I saw an angry person spit in the face of an elderly woman who asked him to cover his face. Outside, naked people slept peaceful in the street.
2
Imagine the sound of that comet,
Its tail a contrail split in two,
Dust and fried ice, the Sun
Seething with impotence
As the comet passed it by,
Somehow staying together.
Then I saw it the way I saw it,
Wicked blue morning,
Cows in the field with
Better eyes than me
But there on the horizon
A comet
Upside down, breeching, glowing with
Prank light
An hour before dawn...
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