poem of ordinary fear

 

and everyone

everywhere

wreathed in blood

 

this war and

then that one

 

monday and

then tuesday

 

someone’s son as he

smiles, laughs,

rapes a 12 year old girl

 

makes a video of it

for his friends

 

for his fans

 

and the 12 year old girl

left w/ the rest of

her life stretching out in

front of her, and then

the temperature

suddenly up into

the 90s

 

no warning

 

no premonition

 

old woman at the end

of the street found

dead in her

flower garden

 

sky streaked w/ pollen

filled w/ the

afterimage of angels

and no sign of christ and

no word from morrison

and after 30 years i am

finally tired of being

yr failed suicide

 

i am sick of yr regret and

yr apologies and

i’m writing this

i guess

to tell you i won’t be

writing anymore

 

i’m asking for nothing

                           really

which is all either of

us ever offered

the other

 

strange that it seemed

like so much more

at the time