Sunday, March 18, 2012

 
All But Time

His impressed skin
after deepest sleep

tells him the children
have eaten Ritz Crackers

in the bed again,
while scrolling porn
titles on the program

guide. Joline will
come to handle them.

It's a short flight
on Sardine Airlines,
thank God! He wears

shoes with velcro straps,
the better to kick them off at

X-ray. Proper also for his des-
tination. The air aboard assaults
with historical BO. Picks

the youngest cabbie midst
an imploring horde.

He'll recite the history wrong
but spew great celebrity gossip.

Has him cut the AC and open
the windows to ancient odors,

their palpable feel. Once
again established, it's dinner

at the port where's he's remembered
with staggered toasts. Returns praises
with his own. Afterwards, Marco

takes the driver's seat of the tractor
in the moon-slashed courtyard.

"Since when?"
"It’s time."

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