(for Truck)
I am
hardly possibility. A separate manufacture long only half heard
I said let's start with the birds. I could
return to that sweater and not asking
mute resistance I could dissolve. A feeling
so sharp it goes right through
the palms of our hands as we gesture—surrender.
I give in to that exact blue.
Several miles east of exit 0, a conversation
we did not have. I am sort of
culpability. I depend on the direction of
the class struggle. Stumbling artifact it seemed
as good a place as any. In a quaint reversal
I forgot to tell you
sometimes the bus turns into a different
bus. Sometimes when night falls it
takes us with it. Sometimes it might never
end.
Be ruthless when the time comes to take your
turn. Be brilliant. Fall repeatedly. I too
sometimes "breathe." After the
fact or after a fashion, I sometimes sigh. Sometimes simply decay.
