Seluah- Black Sand

Post

Strive to remain the point of reference
constant in
this wind
that just will not relent

Gone

Just before waking
you dream a dream of
a fake Sweet Sixteen
her disappointment with
the stand ins and the reasons
why not
disaffected
drifting off
to her room and
when you follow
to check on her
she is
gone
the chill on your skin
suggests the unthinkable
and you wake to that
first
and then the day

The Fall - Monocard

The Glory Of True Love

Outback

Your friend's ashes are waiting far from where he asked you
to scatter them, while you are finding yourself staring down into
an eighth of an inch of blood on a dinner plate (finish your beer),
listening to a father and his college-aged daughter talking easily
and openly (you're starting toward maudlin, so move out)
teenage boys hold the doors open, think of silken black hair,
arms, veins, lips
when suddenly a family,
two parents in glasses and their three small children
moves innocently through, a brood...

You're brooding soon, under the moon
smelling the wet black parking lot
removing the thing from your jacket pocket
arranging it so that it points up under your chin 
then firing while still walking long strides
which just knocks you down, breaks your jaw,
but more importantly, your train of thought.

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