Pillars of Salt
and secondhand regret.
I feel your heartbeat
in every song.
Let me sing the words
unto pages no one will read.
Dig with my pen,
scratch a feeling into dead wood
and hope you’ll understand.
Pollen clouds-
Hark
our voice will rise above
This wind is not of change, but Rath.
Sodom weeps
—
Trials of your heartstring
and boxed cancers
and hidden little
qui vivra verra
Spotlights into our lives-
Tell me of your observations,
yellow bird
I remember your speeches behind theatres
with eyeglasses you didn’t need
and fiddling hands.
I know your names have changed and you haven’t
been that way for a long time,
but I haven’t lost the sight of you in
rags
and broken jeans
With french wines on your lips
and Vonnegut in hand