Dedicated to Steven Seum
If i could make time stop
I'd freeze the moment before you graduated.
Crystal figures in a curio-cabinet metronome
close to the edge, so i fear they may topple.
I can't catch them, because i run in slow
motion and these soles have no friction.
I slow down time.
I can't stop the confetti
before it ashes in your eye.
But i can watch it, in slower
and slower motion.
by Rae Powell
back of my van
the back of my van and the smoke
is ghosts of white, ephemeral flowers
that puff and sink and we're all here
singing Sunday Morning Coming Down
and Lenny with the nose that holds
a white earring shaped into the word
BANG!, exclamation mark and all,
he says he’s joining the navy
after the trip only if they sing
In The Navy when on the boat
and his pops used to beat the shit
out of him and his sister and collie
too and he once told me
I could look into my daddy's
eyes and see two ghosts fightin'
each other and the ghost wit'
the red back always winnin'
but it’s all right now because he’s
with Margaret now and with his friends
and we're in the back of our van
smoking and singing Sunday Morning
by Lucas Boelter