Sorry, I had a busy summer.
Hey you know what's weird? THIS: Every time I open a new document in my Microsoft Word this poem is there, and i have to delete it to get started. Google searches have returned no info as to the author's identity . I cannot figure out why this would happen. anyway here is the poem: I kinda like it in a high school gothy way.
AND NO ONE EVER FOUND ANY REMAINS (a success story)
Restraining order, this morning’s edge around
The bed comes in closer, pours in
To send the regular capacity for muddering.
The mildew from your scr eamy cuff glitters
Under an average glass as you turn the vehicle.
The crank screech of worn down windshield wipers
With all the usual shortcuts.
Being a multifrailty of impetuous renderers, listen
Closely now, maintain distance
From your cohorts. Hear
L’esprit l’escalier, even
The continent rumble of the dryer as
An airplane. For she never heard the advice.
Jets
Lingered with traces of tambourines
Under shaded foreign tunnels.
It covers our words in lurid echoes.
I turn and choke in bed on those muffles councils.
Beg strenuous more light rain to aid
Study that same fence from this angle day after languid day.
Three weeks ago
I came home early, two weeks ago, the bedroom
Door slammed. Thus began one endless session
Of brushing hair
And crumpled sleep and
All is calm
And all is bright
Except this slut who knocks around
The bedroom window, late low-cut
Teetering for some favor or other. We learn
How to say no. Queue nostalgic train whistle.
The base of things
Comes in
Pockets between her
And that sound
Or a woman packing
In New York and me here, plagued with pinching myself
Next to the stereo
With no interruptions. The end will be
A series
Of burns followed by a dogfight. A camera will flash without film.
Someone
Will be seen running away
That no one ever knew
Was there. And I will cough and stare at the ground,
Afterall, I did sign an alias.