2011
05.12
05.12
no wife
or girlfriend
to scapegoat
or red herring
no friends
or acquaintances
to play the
straw man
not even
a fuck buddy
to hasten the
hands of the clock
through the banal fog
of thick black.
you’re the
proximate cause
of this rudderless
foundering ship:
stare into
the mirror a bit
study the physiognomy
go ahead
open another bottle
jump some rope
walk your hand
up the wall
like a spider:
become
thoroughly acquainted
with this tiny village
in the barrel of
a rusted out gun.