we were
track
stars
running in
straight lines
and
circles

we were a
dream
not a dreamer

we sell stuff
we are a mart

going
going to get
some
air and water

will
live
the rest of
this
time
in
a commercial

fish swim
birds fly
and
time never
runs
out

spoke once
about dying
broken

that
really can not
happen
although
it does
happen
much
more
than you think

it was contagious

busy
eating
shitting
fucking
sleeping

busy
driving
drinking
working
thinking

pain so deep
just so happy
to be
busy

wanted to
be
america’s
best friend
and
new
neighbor

just another
dead
guy
on the
green
summer
lawn

it will come
in
handy one
day
when
the sun
does
not

have this
chromosome
missing
saw it at
the post
office

hear
read
write
build yourself
a bow
and arrow

then
rest some

i will drink myself happy.like choice,
a secret,kept from you.
will use a telescope.go back to
chicago because of the tall buildings
and the lake.
you went to school there, i thought.sat
on the steps,waited for the doors to
open,then art.
paintings by ed or the noise you make
when you dream.

went to the movies
bought some pop
corn and
soda

the story of
a clock
hands spinning
if
only they would
speak

these are the specs
the math
necessary
for a conclusion

like a discovery
or
being discovered

found you
at work

before
he shot me
in the face
he
shook
my hand

it was reassuring