–no not the person But the time Here at the verge of purging Jettison to parts unknown Edging an Undiscovered Country. See Sis is sick We seek a cure Her illness being human; She sleeps & slips beneath the door In silhouette feign fading. This is not a trial separation This is not a trial separation This is not a trial separation (my wife makes me repeat it) Tho tis a suicide mission– This is how the whurld wends: Not with a dearth-shatnering kaboom But something summat simpler. Imagine if you will A quotidian spayship Controls set for the Sun Dad sits sweating Meanwhile Sis rolls in the hold Suffering her tremens Too delirious to dream Except the next exquisite fecund second & the next the next the next Strings together these zodiac moments Same as stars. Because forget the rainbow Exile City was too much That chrome crept in her blood Till the clubs closed & the day wave rose Found her gagging in a cab Begging to begin again A quiet voice over the phone. Which is where I’m found bound Night before the night before A vast expanse of empty space My own recovery barely dry– Not the hero she needs But the hero she gets Due to hamartia of her birth Fatal flaw as father. See us flee the gravity One possible outcome; Thrill as we fly the multiplex Till human vices overtake us Or else we wake in Mayberry Lost in reruns all along.
Sometimes you gotta hardnose the highway
Tell that to my petal soft nose