As/Is







1.08.2005


Hopping

Headcase, he barges dark squares. Winter wrings
an engineer's ladder. Mauled whistle. You heard
they lost his leg there among the tattoo forest.

Appeal to those who could've been pretenders.
There's steam to be collected near the rails.

Itch around the shiniest ring. In midnight, be
at one with counted blessings, those flashlights
in the yard. There's enough jerky for both of us.

Best wishes to the dropout, the one with gold
teeth and dreads. Steeltoed, you connect dots.