We can't go on forever

paranoid

pattern

united

(superstition)

Billy Preston

says, “nothing from nothing leaves nothing”

Lucretius says, “nothing

can be made from nothing”

but the brain (that thing) creates stories

when there’s not even a

porch light in sight.

baseball vs. basketball on who is most superstitious

keep doing this

until one remains

whichever happens

split again

walls go up

sun
comes

down come

so damn

close

to a three way parlay

average once a week

for that last 14 years.

Lucretius?

"no atom can be created and none can be destroyed; 
space is infinite, as is the number of atoms that move within it” 

Billy Preston:

will it

fly high

like a bird up

in the sky?

semi-finals at J.B.’s on old 41

the poet questions the consciousness

of dancing bees who refuse to sting the smoker.

a strike! he falls to his knees and keens, be-

lieving the dots in his visions and dreams connect.

from this pose, he ejects a piece of gristle guilty

of lodging overnight in his back teeth.

how does one ascribe language to a chile pequino

etched with the image of a trained monkey in the talons

of a bald eagle morphing into the shadow of a black

bird that shits his own bathwater? one must roll.

sponsored by the oiled scalp of a true American.

4hrs 14min to Ber-NEE

Driving to Boerne, Texas today

to pick up a craigslist kiln

on 22 acres of how the fuck

does someone take care of all this?

I learned a valuable lesson about

tension.

Very heavy lid on this thing.

Well hell, it would have to be,

i mean, look at the fucking SIZE

of that spring.

Here,

I’ll just work super hard to undo it!

One-hand snap on the bra strap of a vengeful God

ensnared

punctured and bleeding.

Did that stop me? Yes.

For the time it took to release the tension from my crushed fingers.

Then we had BBQ.

two-meat plate for me,

brisket and pork ribs eaten with my good duke bandaged.

got hard for the rich white men

and the gentle wave of their unruly white hair,

walking in

ahead of women

who’ve grown

to look like them.

Jimmy Falls

the gift of a trick pitch

is that it lands in the glove

and solves for swinging sticks

at this juncture in Jimmy’s life

he’d never got a letter out of the blue,

but his were answered in time.

before getting plugged

 (a musket ball was his downfall)

Jimmy gently lifted a stone with the tip of his moccasin

stirring brown beetles and grubs.

cockroaches caught in the act under

the stained box that remains

of letters and tchotchkes

the game ball presented to him

from Nathan James

Longstreet, reenactment friend

Saturday

sliding glass door tracks

ruthless,

single minded

water spigots

phantom insulation

cheating in my dreams

concrete slabs unpoured

underestimated electric

earth to turn

fences to mend

mystified.

The kids have friends,

playing dungeons & dragons.

Marco’s wrapped around

a cello sawing notes in counterpoint to cackling laughter

plus warm orange crush

popped & poured over ice

second pot of coffee today

I quit counting on the smokes.

I quit for a month.

and that first cig after.

damn.

done caught that dragon again

Oh, what a little moon light'll do

water sliced stone

pocket knife

luminates tin pan instagram

messages fade

resist the tune stuck in your head

even sweet jane's

long silent stretch of leg

over which tangled sheets

cascade