Ghostly falls from the fifteenth floor
Feathers leaking/ the pillow speaking
How the sleeper's nightly pounding
Made the pillow yelp and moan
Poor sleeper heard these comments
Angered threw said pillow into
An ugly summer night's air
The pillow had little choice
The sleeper's fists. The sleeper's mouth
Not kind, not soft, always angry
The sleeper always angry—even
Dreaming the sleeper could not
Stop rage, so the bed was a battlefield
The pillow, an enemy. And now
Said enemy slowly plunges towards
The courtyard deflated, a feral squirrel
Watches the fall, moves on towards
The overflowing garbage bins, nose open
Time to feast.
You looked Texas today
road hard, scrubbed brush, blown tires
But later California returned—fortune’s poster child
radiating. Truck full of gas,
cheap camera in the glove compartment
stuffed toys on the dashboard,
beads on the steering wheel,
a pretty girl’s picture—fatherly devotion.
What is lost when love ceases
is the power to forget
the early sweetness, the late bitter
talk, the longing for renewal—we all want
Spring does not want us.
Persevere, the skies murmur. Persevere
you weeping poets. You funny beasts.
Hopeful and hurting breathing dragons’
magic fire. Dry seasons last much too long
which is why deserts are vast. Floods don’t help,
but days of chilly showers make for blossoms pink,
blue, violet. A soft evasion.
Drink from the lake’s glacial cup. Hope for better