stepping back a moment...

False Start & Breakdown Take

It is now the morning of another day
which is after the day that was here
but now isn’t.

Futile & drab.
Farfetched & dubbed.
                    Voice over.
                            Benedictine monk.
                            St. Skald the Viking.
                            The last ripple flexed.

I don’t know what secret identity to assume.

(That was then. This is later.)

“I start in the middle of a sentence
& move both directions at once”
                  (John Coltrane)

as the muse drives a little pink tractor
thru another brutal sunset