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Prayer in Iambic

O, Come thee, hand of Death, and wash from me
This stain of thinking. Purge the grime and rust,
The grease and filth of my still body. Come,

You monster! Free me from my own dependence,

And take from me the thought that a thought matters,

And free me from the notion that this means.

O, Death, please take, please hand of Death remove

This love for something that does not exist.

And yes, I know the hand I call is mine.

And yes, these fingers clack the instrument

Of my destruction, washed with brown and fear

And sentiment. I know I've given life

To that which shall consume me

reunion

I wonder if id recognize your face indifferent 

               if
   we weren't here for 20 years since
   would your gray still transluce the 21 year old? you

sat in a stool one bar over there
the other night
the bartender

(I knew him but he had eyes like a bartender on a busy Friday. He
                                           sat in a tiny practice space with me once him with trombone and he was
                                             asked not to play later and there was great pizza around the corner and slushy drinks at a bar down the block.)

In our present bears struggle against packers and memories of bars and violence
                                              a bottle smashed on someone
                                              a bottle rocket shot into something
                                              a smile   of recollect

ing I am here and there in time twice at once

         and Now 

it's poetry (this) I

started 4 years ago and it

brings me back to a moment that brings me back to a moment that brings me bakc to a moment back to a moment a moment a moment moment. 

 

iaminthecar

I am in the car. I

am on the road. It is

the same road as

today the

same on the 

I am on the road. I am i

n the car. It is the same car,

It is the same road. It

straights and carries.

It widens

windows winding

winding.

It I am

on the road.

I am in the car. It carries; caroms. It

carol carries I am

 I am in the car I am on the 

road. It is

        the same road

as

it is the I am the I am in the car

Revision

last night, the 

road the 

town the 

side of the mountain. the 

wind chipped and charted the 

wind ffffded and found i 

was back there

walking. 

last night the wind chimped and chimeded the wind wired and weird and winded

last night, the 

cold there the 

side of the road. 

the teeth chawed
the            mountain, town i

was the side

walking

the road on the side of the mountain.

it was               cold there. there the 

    wind shewed. 

it chipped and charted the heart and hearted,

the

night

sided hearth

and heart hear is here is here is here is last night there is hear to here is home is

last night is the wind chipped

the chip chap founded 

the found and founded

the fish the finish the

last night 

the 

last winded night winding road 

the  mountown the 

thought 

teeth 

thought 

though

tow

tone 

side 

back 

child 

chide

a cold a
canyon.