Scratch Your Own Head, Stupid
Pinned Beneath the Plastic In the Book
You've started knowing
You are not unique.
The weeks of leaden talks,
The oven flush in cheeks -
You were evaporating puddles
Clinging to concrete
I drew unprinted maps,
Forgotten twists,
Abandoned holes.
Your lips are mumbling,
"Everybody, everybody,"
Over and over,
A song for the simple,
A moron's hymn for weekends.
You are wrong.
The grass is not untroubled.
Some dared and would not settle.
Time for you to go to bed.
- 12/18/19