Friedrich Kerksieck & Aaron
"There are no odds to beat, no rules to set a limit
on bad luck." -Paul Auster
I am not making anything of anyone,
if anything I am unmaking. Trading
facts for ambiguous clouds. Dates of
births & deaths for rumors of arrivals
in the mist with different names
& the wakes of murder stains.
If anything, anyone is anyone, the making
& unmaking is as undistinguishable
as one cup of well water from the next.
Cadavers will float as well as the living,
face up or face down, & guns will
always drown in your lyric blood.
* * *
Poetryless, you would like nothing.
After 20 years, you have harbored nothing.
Past 72 jobs you have nothing.
A teenager's blood is nothing.
100 postcards signify nothing.
You are a? You are wondering nothing.