why,
I forget
with
Autumn beginning
and
my dashboard lit
I
see what’s hidden
in
bled leaves that sit
silently
passing the cemetery
it
is not nearly as scary
as
the waning echo
of
the crickets
under
the stars
pulling
at sleeves
not
tipping their cards
we
need to go now
they
say and find
a
coin-ferry passage of sugar
to
ripen the stains
upon
our lips
to
table a feast
to
calm the beasts
with
music and catharsis
across
the spectrum
of
analysis
I
didn’t know my father
as
anything other
than
a bogeyman
or
should I say
a
placemat of blame
in
the game children play
in
single parent land
so
I developed my skills
my
legerdemain of laughter
with
anything that fills
the
sleight of hand
away
from my quiet pains
there
are no rabbits
in
black hats
there
are just holes
where
my soul goes to
when
I want to be alone
so
I sing
I
write
I
glide along the viscosity
on
the meniscus
of
my transient emotions
and
I call down the electricity
as
often as I can
static
charge myself
as
a man with no plan
other
than to be right here
and
right now
with
someone
with
anyone
who
at least wants
to
understand
that
I don’t understand
who
I am sometimes
my
past is
a
ghost portal rain
it
lets me explain
that
this concerto
on
the radio
has
words
I
say to myself
in
the car
when
I am driving
beneath
a crescent glow
and
swollen western hems
that
are seed glory stories
told,
just for sport
to
throw off
the
scent
of
my memory
again
EJR
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