Those trees of the backyard
Through a naked window
kicked at my eyes while a truck drove
busy and loud in my skull.
The white beer tent last night,
with its sugary high notes
and crisply set carbonation
caused splintered synapse today.
And those leaves were changing outside,
and Dirty Jobs was on the set
and life was passing by momentarily
as butter rested malleable on a knife’s edge,
and in the dish, on toast, on pancakes;
between a paper, and conversation
about how this generation doesn’t get it
from another which heard the same …
Now, yesterday’s ideology was stale as the open chips,
and contrived but real and there.
My kindergarten teacher was my bartender,
her pupils were standing years apart
and side-by-side amongst the crowd
as a cover band played Queen
and last week’s hit single.
A flea market set up where we played as kids,
and mom had to go to the fest grounds
to help the church in bright light fashion.
Text messages came through
as I pulled the rubber band
off of bold print fragile paper.
The headline spoke of what was outside:
the backyard, again, window earlier today
—I almost threw up—
remember new years day?
and the champagne and its pain?
On the set was tanning leather—
the wet kind, grey and grotesque;
and in that flowery prose
was a half-baked sentence
which balked at this fleeting instance
of happening nature.
He said just take these pills
and don’t mind the stale smoke smell
of that crumpled shirt at your feet,
an hour later my head
I dressed for the game,
and for the weather, and for the
cold fall to come.
It was a morning of remembrance
and a splitting headache,
thoughts of sweet beer and bubbles.
We were talking sorts in the dark,
in the night rain,
near tents and lights
Many questions now…
There were no awards for 3rd place
in the poker tournament…
We have the hardest time understanding
that we don’t understand.
It exists because you hear it,
or you hear it because it exists.
I remember feeding the horse,
and then eating food with my hands…
As a loading television allowed for novel thought.