Notes for a Poem that Will Never Be Written
1
The moment
you look away,
everything becomes
something else,
Swedish ball
bearings,
the opulence
of large puddles,
a quiet,
elderly couple
captured
by the posse
and hanged
from a broken tree.
2
You start
to make
a list of all
the things
night knows,
but stop
at a better
word
for fucking.
3
White light floods
the engine room.
All love is piracy,
the compass
in a criminal rage,
good boys and girls
walking the plank,
the heart dragging
the seas of the moon
with torn nets.
by Howie Good
