Monday, November 25, 2019

( for Steve Lindsey )

I tune in the damaged world
and then I tune out.

Light wobbles high up
on the dusky corners.

Some mercurial storm
is making the airwaves.

Faint and bubble wrapped
shots are tapping
like an uncracked Morse code.

Somebody took my airbag.

Somebody left a stain
in my lunch.

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