What beside bodies have I inhabitated

The Mechanical Explosion goes around


What beside
bodies have I inhabitated
and inherited?

memories? meteorites

are they hard wired, chemical, mystical?
Do I make them up
am I a small town
that needs to know
what it doesn't know
?

Is a better story a truer story?
Or is truth a simple hook to hold
falsehoolds
or bad memories together?


How many bad arguments
are forced to live together
for fear of pain?

How many stars blew up?
from nothing?

one? That hurts.
Let there be light
Let there be a crow
let there be an owl
that raids the crow's nest

black stick blood
small feathers
and a feast of worms.

I am kneeling on the driveway behind the truth
of simple asphalt
under a moonlit sky
tin horns
and a cast cavalalry

spin and dance
up and down
around and round

the music sings
too loudly
the operator needs headphones
maybe someday it will be fixed
and we will play on a sunday
together.