when in every dream
i am william cutting
five points bill the
butcher cursing or fighting
american eagle false eye
controlling every other move
like a star trek
ceti eel larvae and
i wish daniel crocker
was here to put
it (all) in a poem
and save me between
fits of lost control
panic mania hurricane eyelids
man’s inhumanity to sleep
and again to man
i think if john dorsey had written
a poem about the time we lived
in that little apartment on fort worth
avenue between the i30 on-ramp
and the miramar motel with all the
car troubles and the kid’s car troubles
the trips to king tire for twenty-six
dollar used specials or ten dollar plugs
your famous lentil chick-pea curry
black-bean tomato soup simmering on
the stove and us trying to feed and save
all the world and the beautiful lights
i think he would of called us
luminescent oils
like the bottle of body-wash this morning
standing watch in the corner of the shower
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-for Freddie Carlos Gray Jr
the world is a moped of jungles and noodles and dust
the cask of amontillado is on fire
i fold a bivouac of policemen selfies
baltimore is burning
immurement needs no help
more people speak hindi than english and this
testicles are the minority
i catch myself running circles
take my word for it and do something
reason has two very different definitions
the day is a calamity
the night is a pumice of silent anxiety
shouting occurs
yawning excuses in the face of our dogged sincerity is executed
reason
belies immurement
and fire
gravity yawns oxygen laps
yet baltimore on fire continues to exist
freddie gray no longer exists
black holes of morality in the fabric of a nation in decline are made of this
perhaps edgar allan poe has gills and wings
where together they go nice places
when we are dead we can go anywhere
content with the super-volcano under yosemite
happy in our spines
Rusty Truck 