Static
Full Moon
You never know what we'll churn up in cleaning a stall
Static
Full Moon

They think they have me nailed.
I’m glad the erasers look good.
Even when I’m supposed to be 50 years ahead of everyone else while marching to my own drummer.
Accused of something. What?
Eyewitnesses.
Dayton, with a bridge and subway.
Subway?
ANGEL
ANGER
ANGLE
In the Archaeology of Imagination
the double meaning
once you were here
I’ve owned two finger rings in my life
my high-school orb that rattled around my bones
and a snug gold wedding band
each sending mildewed expectations
Mom never met Rachel
or the kids
yes, the spoiled prince and the virginal pussy
pul-leaze!
my ears grate
the striated penis
smiles
all the way to the end
screw me in the middle of the night
burn the bone clear
I’m still the skinny intellectual
regarding fairy tales