DRIVE-THROUGH PHARMACY
Long wait - music piped out - Lone Ranger theme,
Bach’s spooky Toccata and Fugue -
some Ringling Brothers circus music
all on a repeating loop -
Red spray paint on a wall
word balloon
with a grinning mouth
I thought at first an octopus:
I.
Dressed as a serial killer for the murder trial
On the transit downtown to the court house
a knife cutting the winter dawn sky awake
“I may be butchering the name” said the clerk
to my 3 hours of sleep
- I am not a daywalker -
Filling out the questionnaire after raising a hand sworn in
II.
Still have to come back!
I saw the defendant
(Law & Order classic thug)
& thought
“Well he’s totally fucked.”
I’d upped the ante
This time hair unwashed, not pulled back
Beat-up motorcycle boots
A Halloween Michael Myers t-shirt
& instead of Nike
It says Mike
And the curved checkmark “just do it” brand logo?
A dripping bloodly scimitar
The other prospective jurors
wouldn’t look at me
“Yes, your honor?”
Got home to the e-mail
RELEASED FROM THE PANEL
ASTRO-MAN
(For Bob Branaman)
So the artist I knew age 90 checks out -
I saw it coming
asteroid at the back
of the solar system -
Bob - you’ll do o.k. and you
went with love, frankly I’m ready to join you
The dark weight of heart’s grief
that dark wine
(For Andy Clausen)
what have I become
that this old age has Caliban made?
a hoofed shambler none can save from time, the great evener
he lost his leg
to giant poetry
& then dragged down into
Homer's dark wine
where poems may still be
honored, my first thought was "folly"
don't waste another second
he's ten years ahead of me
no more lies about the fame of poetry
his death the same
day as the
murderer
who got away
with it
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