raiders of the lost ark

it moves like memory
               like half awake in an edgewater apartment the

bed in a corner next to a radiator
       i wake in a sweat
                          step a few feet to the bathroom
                          skeletons
and 

wrath 

of 

god

1941

i, i did not watch.

the preview looked horrible.

despite blues brothers

close encounters of the third kind

yes we will fly 

yes we will 

       we will fly and 

                         and into the 

                                       the 

                                into the night i 

                                       the 

                                into the deepest 

                                       the 

                                into the last recess of 

yes we will 

      we will fly 

yes we                     into 

yes we 

                   fly 

                                into the 

       we will 

       we will climb 

                         and 

                     climb 

                         and cling 

                         and cling to 

                                       the 

                    fly 

       we will fly 

                         and 

                    fly and fly

jaws

The beanie sits just so.

the denim.

the black turtleneck in relief.

the false tooth and song.

the endless summer.

the the the endless i

have met them at the close of day. a

terrible

       beauty

sugarland express

   I a m   in 

my home here, on 

   the   couch, my chil d 

              in bed. I did 

not walk a la ne 

to get here. 

                         I did not 

drive a d istance. 

           here 

   I a m, 

           here. safe and warm and

duel

I know this road.

I know its scattered shrubs (low and dried), 

            its too close sun, 

            its heat lines lifting.

I know its aching climbs that turn and rise 

                                                       and turn and rise 

and then drop to the valley when the glare is 

                       too much.

I know its fringe of dusty scree, 

            its two-lane claustrophobia 

the fire that burned

the fire that is to come

the lake to the left, poisoned by a mining disaster

the rusted town

      hulking

      collapsing

      flammable

      fixed in time with 

malicious intent.