Coffee brewing on a kitchen
counter top and black dot flies
summer flies
scurry busy-body through the
air in split second.
The sun beats down hard in this
our early day to shine like
a heated bare fist.
Ashley looks for sewing machine
parts on line, I scribble/scrawl out
the newest ground (or less than)
link
in shadows.
Ever since ‘they’ waved a great
mysterious wand over artful
solid reasonings,
plates have
been emptier than ever before.
Nothing but costs.
Last night we wandered out in a gleam
under-scarred desert or I don’t
recall seeing any stars anyway,
mayhaps
got lost in the greasy grime of that
skeleton standing over by the
jukebox smuggling in his own
song selections by mumbling meaningful
question phrases like ‘What does
this button do
and what the
hell is that
band’
until finally I relent and say
‘hell with it man, pick yourself
a tune’
and he presses the selection buttons
until he reaches the Cramps
and the room suddenly seems
too small and green.
I’m embarrassed at my own
musical selections (skeleton?)
- Dead Kennedys,
Circle Jerks, Black Flag - all of
them shouting and thunking roughed
up phrases of a young darting
enthusiasm and
mock-anarchy
idealism
I no longer adhere to if’n I
ever really did,
highly doubtful.
But last night finally what
else was thar to do
but gun the car
west
up Leavenworth
after Brothers on Farnum
decide to abstain from going
to see the second band more
or less certain to be as
much of a drag as the
first band and the Missouri
river at our backs gurgles
and plotches on in mud
and rainbow chemical swirls of
ship/boat exhaust and dead
vacant oil deprived of all its
potency.
Seems as I recall the starting gun
went off years ago
and now I stand around
wondering if I was running
the wrong race
the whole
time.
(August 25th, 2013)
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