Five Point Four Percent

I don’t know about
point & click poetry
              although I can
                              pound the keyboard all
blood & breath
              listening in on the
5-string banjos of
Museland
              perfectly out of tune
                              & my heart is shattered
by this & other things I’m sure I’ve
forgotten by now & Pamela steps
              out of the shower
derailing freight trains
                              & causing landslides on my brain
a breath away from lights out
              a dark Mayan crystal in her eyes