“It ain’t moonlight kid.”Tom drug me through the muck ‘n mire of the Mississippi. Water soured as we wandered into the Arkansas Delta; old bones ‘n guilt clutchin’.As it occured to me that I was drowning, flashes of history began to ooze up from the river-rocks. A first …
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Untitled #545 (2014)
“Tom, where are ya Tom? I just had this thought. You know what shows like House seemed to always get wrong? The family. Whenever they talk to the family, it’s only ever just one or two people. I know it ain’t always like this, but I remember when my grandfather was in the hospital all …
Tom’s Limerick (2014)
Tom’s got lead bones,called his doctor’s phone,said, “doc I got this sinking feeling,hell, you could say whole world’s reeling.”Doc said, “Don’t you moan.”
The Prayer; The Foil; (2014)
i, America, do not exist,for if i die before I wake,i pray for you, my soul to take. i am not the voice of my generation, or my country or my race or my class. i am a blade of grass stretched tight and …
The Push (2014)
“I think I regret sharin’ that with you. Don’t know how to handle it.”“You know, they rate bridges on a hundred point scale,and you know how many points the Centennial got?”“No.”“Less than four.”“Shit.”“Walk the bridge on a rainy day, and the wind chills as the water sprays, and the bridge bends and creaks in …
The Fade (2014)
Long fade, lights down. I don’t believe we’ve met, moonlight. The sun’s told me lots about you. mostly that you’re a theif, always …
Sleep Imbibed. (2014)
Yeah, ‘n he’s finally sleepin’.‘Bout time, ’bout time. been ridin’ that high like some prize, prize mare. but that’s the way, that’s the way of it.Kid like that, ain’t much more than wishful thinkin’. damned rain keeps comin’, it all just keeps comin’. …
Sleep Deprived. (2014)
Gasoline and cut grass,dirt under fingernails,bearing grease wiped on pants, You know, in middle school I thought about being called Tom. It was this whole self-identity thing, …
River Bed (2014)
Kid ain’t wakin’ up,and that lightnin’ ain’t quittin’,and those drops keep fallin’. Mississippi smells of earth and summer, got that undercurrent decay. And she’s lickin’ them tree-trunks like supper’s comin’. Fade-in, raise the curtain, sunrise,lightnin’ kissin’ my cheeks, ‘n thunder trailin’ after.Come on, come on …
Reflections. (2014)
Thick muck mire and mud,chin-tuck nod that catfish there, big fucker, wouldn’t want to piss him off.One foot, front of the other.Same as life, same as anything. Ain’t that, ain’t it so, …
