GATE CLASH OF 2017
Radiator as dog sniffs whole room
gradual and
scents
the dead version of me—
had full lengths of floor took the lay
of vapor limbs civil tendons
the living room
flexed
flexed
My cultured
silence of young-
girl pushes food onto fork
with fingers will engorge
the switches of deadly rockets?
of dry green bean casserole
turkey, salt
what other richness shall
I wrap myself save the silver
lining generated wealth or
“pick gnat shit out
of pepper” can’t write
poem
nauseous
that was out of spectrum o my cause
shaped lenses!
below in the courtyard by 2 pines
gate clash triggers nostalgia
up through the right arm of my present Newgard
for the white picket i painted over twice
starting with the little guillotine latch
at Devil’s Lake
and knowing the end turned
into the top of the rock and the hand
was mysterious
I still acquiesced to
long seconds on one
hold so stubborn
my leg fucked me
and disconnected
Certain time feel the human professional
hand
on my repair - palm-sized
Ball-
like knot - my
first word