THE ROAD TO DAMASCUS IS PAVED WITH UNFINISHED POEMS

i am the unproud owner 

of 128 unfinished poems
i will get to them
i will

i will find their form 

flexing in the ferberite

& set them almost almost free

its just the dense sickness 

is so profound these days

i feel made of 

ninety nine percent 

heavy water

~

& the power is out 

& the toll booths shut
down on damascus avenue
& its weird / things are weird
in ways its hard to say
like today
take next doors gardener

with his jeans & his tools
i never seen a more normal normal man

~

i am the proud owner 

of 127 unfinished poems
i will get to them
i will