Thursday, November 30, 2006

plummet

this morning's dark yard. tiny yellow leaves
flutter and drift. like snow. a steel sky.
black wool hangs over downtown's silver buildings.
wind whips. from 70 to 40
in less than an hour. now into 30s.

the last day. bourbon soaked egg
nog on desk in plastic bowl. plastic
ladel and paper cups. workplace holiday party. get buzzed. listen
how the children have a lot of reasons and really
who cares? papers stacked
in corner of office must mean someone is
smart. more egg nog. some crackers.
cheese. now
put self into car.

drive to the cure.
a mixed tape from 1987. it's B-sides.
that song: "man inside my mouth." suddenly high school
and your room in the dark. lying on the floor. wanting to
die. so badly. your plans to run away. how long ago that was. how
important.

how the grey
sky now matches your hair. turn right
into it. a nearly-frozen 35
by midnight.

5 comments:

John Pluecker said...

the line breaks made the third stanza beautiful for me. well, the whole thing really.

chuck said...

thanks, jp!

keight9 said...

I love this post.
xo k

cake said...

me three.

MaGreen said...

very lovely.