another old one

COMPANY MEN OF POETRY

the editor
inserted
a waterfall
in June
this year
where a sun
should have
been

we go inside
twice now:
first under
a roof,
and then
under the hood
of the heart
to ferment

I have become
drunk
inside myself,
my cheeks
freely
ask the editor:

for so long
every thing
has been
so heavy
and green,
the water
so clear,
where does
it all
come from

another old, old poem

PLUCK

in the post-rain neighborhood gloom
local cats dart
into unseen seams between yards
where space folds onto itself
darting dark to dark on my walk back
from the packie

i remember a dream
from years ago
where all the women
I have ever loved
are falling softly
down onto me like petals,
as if they all
sprung
from one source,

it has become darker since I set out

the streets narrow and widen
without warning they turn violent turns
without yield
almost squirming

i'm lost
this isn't where i live
or what I want
there is no road-map
for a can of worms
but at least
there is the dark

i feel my keys
in my front pocket
across the street
another cat
stiffens
in the dark looking
not at me
but my front door

old doodles

old songs

More oldies

ENTROPY

under a tarp
under
a small
muggy rain
i lean over
tacos
light beer

the air mushed
in petrichor

just past
the restaurant's brick edge
the sheer gray sky
capsulates
me further

i've been in new york
too long
little prayers
for each beer
to get me home

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THE UNCANNY VALLEY OF PROPER HYDRATION

I am working at the kitchen table,
cricket ray-guns at war in the hills,
sticky tick-tick-ticketing in the hot shadows.

I walk to a green, plastic canoe 
under shadow in the ruins of the concrete garage.

Walking towards it, an old roommate's dead car 
sits abandoned, gloomed in web.

Shattered slabs of blacktop driveway
wild with scruffy weeds,
there's a treadless car tire,
and BB shot beer cans.

I'm going to need this canoe to get across the river. 
The bridges have all been blown out.

I must get north.

If I could keep a clean apartment 
in my past life, I can slaughter 
a dog in the post-apocalypse.