no longer
do we
saddle up
the
horses
or wagons
and drive
off
into town
or the
sunset

we drive
still
mostly
to the store
or job

how’s that and
besides

you are lacing
up
your boots
as I
am
wondering
if
I
could go barefoot

so
now
everything
you know
is
right
at you finger
tip

if you want to
be a
writer
rob a bank and
write about it

gat a job in
a circus
and
write about it

get a job as
a baseball player
and
write about it

get a job as
a mother
and
write about it

climb a mountain
and
write about it

have
a thought provoking
conversation
with your father and
write about it

go fishing and
write about it

stop
and write about it

there were notes on
that.there are images
carved in rock and
letters kept in vaults
for centuries.death was
so alive back then.you
could let your gun talk.
on Saturday
all get together and build
a church or a hospital
a bank or gingerbread fortress.
oh,the world was not a cosmic carnival.
I know I was there.me and the reapers going
from bar to bar.from corner to corner.always
being so careful,
whenever we crossed
the street.

I am smiling.i am sleeping on an air mattress.or a kind new shoe.i imagine running across the Atlantic City. dream that eternity does not really last that long.that I could live in an oven that would clean itself.that I could drive like a cop.that I could hear confession and say mass and perform extreme unction or even miracles.that I could go to breakfast with saints and angels.ride a bus with spectres.watch a movie with a movie star.

this next page has
addresses and notes about
my time
in Florida

where to buy an orange
where to buy pompano
where to find someone
with
heart
and imagination

your ribcage
was plyable
unable
to
protect your
heart