Nothing less than those days we
drifted thru our shared affliction
could stoke the rail inherent from the get-go
a winged arrangement achieved
as desire trumps need even before the last card is played
remembering something Jim wrote, & I was thinking about
just the other day on Seabright Beach
in the rain
how to hold these things together when they want to be so far apart
as you could time the sequence of an eventual teardrop
like burnt orange kool-aid & compensatory
in the guise of description
narrows the compilation
down to 1001-plus
dark nights of the soul
to amp the verisimilitude
w/subtitles in a kind of left-handed esperanto
& a soundtrack eaten up by static
& steam-driven guitars