thunderhead row

finally the rains beginn
right o n
memorial day weekend coming up

was gonna do a poem about that
at the open mic but i found i had none
for fallen service men or really for the fallen
 at all. we're all dyng has pretty much been
my motto for years now. they're the lucky ones
is my newer way of putting it. not the dying
but the deadness. slings and arrows considered.
suffering. etc.

so the usual paranoia about loving living
arises. you disappear into your other life
and i'm left wondering why you don't text
creating drama over uncertainty. luckily
you're not integrated overmuch into my life
yet so i can do the shrug thing and half believe it.

i  believe the second tornando spawner of the season
has swept you into a ditch on the side of the road

i believe when you went for cigs and called me
but i didn't answer you went back to where you were
and walked into a raid.

i believe your ex didn't pay the phone again
and left you with no communications

i make up ten scenarios, each of them more twisted
and they're all spinning in the aether , but only one occurred.

i'm going to bed. the box isn't opening. my castle
outfit is good to go, i'll be wearing it next time.

hope you're still in a position to take me dancing
becuase that's about the only thing i trust these days.