Our ferns burn by directive order as milk rots by rote
In the other store tote bag, silence leaks. Nada local
Niente fresca other than halfsmiles, wispy smoke.
You're untrue. I call you untrue.
Our ferns die, your cars
Lavished.
SE PDX 8-16-22
Tuesday, August 16, 2022
Tuesday, August 09, 2022
Thursday, August 04, 2022
empty ballcap
Cody kicked his bucket
But I know nonothow, heard the idle chatter on the last bus home
A gas station guy on the counters other side
He was ringing up beers just yesterday
*
Bussing from the pool over in cheery blossom
Feeling not too bad for Thursday
There at the mall got on the grimnews, out of the mouth of Rene
*
He just die
Just like that
Another hard fact
Just like that
____
Probably the Covid I'd think, he was heavy, 40 in a wide orange vest
Smiling Colorado, a blond ole hick, said he knew
Nostradamus from his history class
Lived at the corn, the unicorn inn, said his nayburr near burnt it up,
He smiled and moved his big ballcap, rubbed his belly
tweren't a flu, twas MTN spew
*
He just die
Just a fact
No more alive
That's where he at
___
Sweating in the field there pump #9
Idaho family gotta make good time,
school starts up and dad's three jobs
Cody wipes his brow, sounds lots like mine
That's why I'm here on the worst damn road,
filling tanks
with petroleum
*
Back inside turn the slushy machine, 20 little cameras record the scene
A maskless montage of death on the go,
poor Cody poor Colorado, we all know
Life in a motel
so far from home, friends to all but close to none
Standing and breathing just hours close passed,
Cody lie still and none soon asked
____
Why we go
Just like that
Leaving no mark
Just an empty ball cap.
Period.
SE PDX
8-4-2022
Montavilla
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