April 30th, 2020


When They Fail You

go away at speeds approaching disintegration
go away with no trophy
go away without your name carved into a bedpost
an oak tree, any lonely mountain

be happy you had rain to drink
be happy the nights left you alive for the big birthday
each burned-down dawn
be right like a broken clock, on the money, twice a day
be a quitter, a 9 of clubs, but never an ace, be a fork
and picked up with a socked foot

go weigh the dice
go open the screen door for the trapped mice
go climb the reflection of the moon on each ripple
as you swim away for good, for better islands
go off crushing the violets
wherever you stomp, stomp hard.