Ten times last one ten hours past one
ten things to do before I pass on
or gain a new perspective
or listen to my sub-conscious' directive
to pass on to someone my knowledge
what I learned in the school of hard knocks
or just sit here give the world one last whirl
maybe get drunk run through
the cornfields again naked
play ring around the rosy
or pass out
spread-eagled glorious in the
morning on the grass
with full double visions
the sun peeking
over yonder past
the scrub oaks in
the distance
at last
I've found her
she glows
and the darkness
empties the world
like a toilet flushed
counter-clockwise
pure water and hope
now

It began rhyming
started out to be special
got so ****** depressing
I left it by the side

of  Highway 59
like a car
with a flat tire
and walked away

into the distance I walked
for years
and ten times
turned around

strode a hundred yards back
said **** that
and kept on trying to reach
Tupelo

I was in Arkansas
then
alone the cars whizzing by
the only constant

horns and bellowing
gusts of hot air
hellos
high approached

bariton-ed
away like a fog
horn
sad

and cars weren’t ever
the reason for my
soreness
as I looked up
at the sun

I. the September
the August past
a November rush
of cold air
warmth hast
forsaken these bones

every leaf has fallen
along the path
the young men plunder
or forever render useless
a waste of genius

and we sit as stumps
alongside tender shoots of grass
and striving pines
new
small as urchins here

we watch all the hustle bustle
to fro hurrying
and wonder
how those humans do it
looking at the orange

of the sunset
glow