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

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