Paraguay

Smoking a cigarette in braille, walking the
plank, making snap decisions…
one last tango like a black tar reckoning
on the pier at high noon
& I suffer because my heart is crooked
like the tide which makes the same sound
that you do when you're bleeding

I have learned to confess to all the
unspeakable crimes of the future
so that my soul is like a light burning in the refrigerator
even when the door is shut
& Marlon Brando dead these many years

last seen bumming cigarettes & plucking a barbed wire banjo
on the steps of Eternity which is just around the corner
from Paraguay