from Recovered Poems: 13

RECOVERED POEMS

13.

10/6/93

a hoarse mentholated laugh

at the radio and I am gone

through the rain and headlights

driving with my claws and feet

eyes and head awake to sieve out

|shadow man from what

my nerves hallucinate

I feel this shingled universe give way

and slide into reverse

nervous buzzing in the pit

and shortened breath

beat against the windshield

the pitted parking lot

and stinking dumpster

children loiter blinking smoke

their pitiless eyes humming

home is where I’m going

never been

slips of silk

vanish when I touch them