In the Bag

I woke up early, anyway,
Too early—half past seven.
Too much black coffee stains
Stay under lamp, on desk.

Too much coffee like a leaden
Something in my stomach.
I have so many things to do
That I don't want to do today.

I'll belay that shit, right there.
And you will easily supplant
The gaping holes still snagged
Throughout me. All about.

a Walk

(for Vinnie)

Trace the track
—intractable.

That we pull
the duck wheel foot

behind us waddling.
This afternoon,

a cruel commute.
Solar dust

congregating
into latticework.

And I walked
down that road

—with Vin,
underneath the

setting sun.
No one

talked. We walked
to the corner store.

Free March Madness
at the Vic.