Episodes
Boulder roll, whack, ream.
Overtightened fetters pinion.
Fearful load, hardwired bundle.
You control your ship. Living
body, active mind. You prune
bleak. Bane hurls bile. Even
if he did hit you, your body
would stay dry. You came
prepared, covered. Rubber
boots, waxed jacket, triple
gloves. Adapt, bake, melt glue.
You’re running, fleet-footed.
Chlorine gas hallway, row
sandblasted glass doors.
You noted their nameplates
while you made your exit.
Violating Department, Ruger,
IRS, No Guarantee, Twelve
Judges. Unclouded sky your
counterpunch. Symphony free
choice. Wall back the next night.
Victorian home turret room, no
idea how you wound up here.
You’re pacing. Doing redundant
laps. You’ll exhume barricaded
windows. June will come, some
won’t. Fickle future, savor, dance
La Bamba.