Powehi



Your face shatters
in a puddle.  A bubble
balancing on a blade
of grass like
a question.  Never
say ever but don’t
sever the connection
betwixt the soul
& the body of water
that will drown
the body.  The mind
body problem is only
a problem if you have
a body.  Why the long
faceplant?  Facets
of disco balls
making constellations
in a party you never
attended in
1977 like time’s arrow
buried under a Forever
21.  Last night
on earth
a few people
fell asleep on the train
& woke up in a station
buried at the
bottom of a tar
pit just outside
of Los Angeles.  Here
there was
a Tower Records.
Here hair metal
went meta & became
a communal piece
of property.  Put
this sidewalk sofa
under the ultraviolet
light & you’ll
see some things
that defy scientific
explanation:
ride the sofa
into the middle
distance--home
sweet home where
candles melt into stubs
on jewel cases
& the sheets haven’t been washed

ever.

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