Credit the calvary, which
shows up in time for the

free-wheeling disasters

you know, in the dream,
where you
scream from a tree limb
or piss yourself
just before you wake
from a nightmare divine
just before the gulf crests

do you see what I mean

this fantastic discussion

this lip smacking urge
to smother concussion
credit what shores
up the kindle that don’t

load the bonfire, the wars
the celebrity grunt
the audience looks forward
players need scores

light the match when the
laptop is open and fired
for once let me load
let me goad let me pounce
you know that I dream
and I dream often this sound
of the calvary arriving

loaded and wanton

built in, remembered
poets forgotten

credit the calvary, which
shows up in time

in the knick of free wheeling

forgettable rhyme

my kindle is fired it’s

not letting me load
I look forward to reading
when the laptop’s not broken
thanks for sharing now
I’ll flip the laptop open

be warned
fingerprint

what once was romance

is now specious built in
I miss that the fellow
the enemy within
is cheating the romance of evil, of sin

that’s the sorrow of
those who despair on the chin
bad music, bad poems,

bad stories a sin
bad poetry you say
well, I’m in. I am in.