Lossssss

Speed pressing objects togeather, momentum turning everything slippery and gray.

-Tim O'Brien

Out of dust, like golems,

God created man and woman,

and cast them into chance.

-Paul Hoover

and I can follow the darkness into the night

boldly voicing the hollows it creates

I don't need some moon to howl

or some distant trumpet to charge

all the worlds boldness curled up into a moment

just a spark

the squint of an eye

or the sloppy swing of hips

and I can see things to their end

some flower bloomed and collapsed

in a heap of dampness

I can see her to the door...

Or to my room

either way

the world batters itself against the windows

and I am selfish

to its moaning

Slackers Supple Breeze blowing you're way

Once in a quadruple

If I am going to be drowned--

if I am going to be drowned--if I am going to be drowned, why, in the
name of the seven mad gods who rule the sea, was I allowed to come thus
far and contemplate sand and trees?

-Stephen Crane

We stand in semi-circles

smiling sad

all shifting feet and gilded promises

about staying in touch

as if our camaraderie

could span the distance