Each of Which

MONUMENT DR.

IT’S NEVER FOREVER 
BUT YOU’RE RUNNING BEHIND
A STATUE’S LAUGHING AT YOU 
WITH ETERNITY IN MIND

PARTY IN A RENTAL 
ON MONUMENT DRIVE
DOUBLE-PARK A SPARK 
INSIDE A SATURDAY NIGHT

THE ROOM’S ABUZZ 
WITH INFINITE GIST
CARCINOGENIC COLA 
WITH A LEMON ASSIST

& SUDDENLY YOU VEER SO NEAR

IMPOSTER MOMENTUM 
BEND AN EAR TOWARD THE STREET
LOCKJAW ECONOMICS
WILL OUR EYES EVER MEET

DODGING ALL THE MERCHANTS 
OF BOHEMIAN GRIT
WE CHAPERONE DIPLOMAS
THROUGH THE CHURCH OF OMIT
 
THE DOOR’S AJAR
I’M SPELLING THE WIND
YOU SMILE WHEN I EXIT 
FOLLOW FAST AND BEGIN

ALL STREET LIGHTS PROPOSE
SHADOWS I SUPPOSE, WHO KNOWS?

GOD I’D WISH YOU’D SAY
I WOULD LIKE TO STAY
BUT YOU DON’T &
YOU WON’T

Monument Dr.

Hush, Hush

NORTHBOUND ON ALLEN
THE SUBURBS ARE ASLEEP
STRIP MALLS, STREET LIGHTS
OFFICES  FOR LEASE

PLAIN & SANE & SIMPLE
RIDING SHOTGUN W/ MY BOY
W/ A HOMEMADE HAIRCUT
I SAID "MAN, MY LIFE IS LIKE A TOY"

IT'S A FIFTEEN MINUTE DRIVE
TURNED INTO TWENTY-FIVE

FIRST WE HIT A TRAIN
MOVING CHASSIS AFTER DARK
U-TURN AT WOODHAVEN LANES
WHERE COPS NEVER PARK

CUT ACROSS TO JEFFERSON
MAYFLIES ON THE SHORE
BAFFLED BY THE MOONLIGHT
I'M AFRAID THEY CAN'T IGNORE

IT'S A FIFTEEN MINUTE DRIVE
TURNED INTO TWENTY-FIVE

PARKING LOT NEON
TABLE OR A BOOTH
TWO HOT COFFEES
TAKING TURNS AT THE TOOTH

WHILE A LADY IN PAJAMAS
SELLING ROSES AND ALONE
IS MORE OR LESS IGNORED
BY EVERY JOKER W/ A PHONE

IT'S A FIFTEEN MINUTE DRIVE
TURNED INTO TWENTY-FIVE
IT'S A FIFTEEN MINUTE DRIVE
TO BREAKFAST ANYTIME

Breakfast Anytime

DUB MOURNING 

do you muzzle the moon
i puzzle for you? my 
summerdumb angel,
pawning a Nobel blue?

or drag slowly 
a mock eureka 
into the sea?

and the wind will test
the Rorschach debris
i’m not a bells and whistles man
i am as loud as a tree

we laugh off 
we live down
we dream away

we love singing beyond,
between, despite 
or so we like to say

what’s a shadow to a lemon?
what’s a curfew to a lime?
from first to last & long before 
the show and tell of time

you can see me
from your rosebud nightgown
your dazzling mind &
a tv in the background 

to find ourselves 
so blatantly viewed
like season finales
of historical mood

Dub Mourning

April The One

Baltimore

I SIP TH REACHES OF THE RAIN
THROWING ROSES AT YOUR NAME
ONE MORE DAY TURNED SILENT NIGHT
TIL I FLICKER IN THE LIQUORLIGHT x2

I BET U BLT’S FOR LUNCH
PULLING POSES OVER PUNCH
GINNY JOULES ABLOOM IN EVERY POUR
& COPPER STOPS THE OPERA x2
SO YOU ADD ME TO THE DRAWER
Y’KNOW… THE ONE BY THE DOOR

O LITTLE BOHEMIA, WHAT R U DREAMIN OF 
I WISH WISH WISH I HAD A CLUE 
INSTEAD OF PENNING PLATINUM
ALIBIS IN BLUE

MAY THE FUTURE HIT THE SPOT
AWE, POSTERITY & PLOT
U’LL B DANCING IN YOUR SOCKS
IN A SPOTLIGHT PICKING LOCKS

O LITTLE BOHEMIA, 
WHAT DOES IT MEAN TO YA
WHEN ONE BY ONE THE SHOPS
TURN INTO SCENERY & PROPS

Run The Numbers

Here Then

THANKSGIVING


what threads my mind through arson smoke
through tournaments of knock knock jokes

through working life and nodding slow
through private kinks and public flow

through copper fawns in Sterling Heights
through menu screens on silent nights

through spinster jazz and pinko cliques
through bibleheaded culture kitsch?

your borrowed pain and sophomore style
your patron saints of one more mile

your marquee mood and bogus lurch
your stainless hope, your theory church

your bootleg milk and your tender bust
your goo goo ga ga dada dust

what threads my head through applesauce
could deadname yahweh's albatross

could bite my speech like uncut lime
and still give thanks ahead of time

Each of Which

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