Over there in California-
Energy’s not cheap.
I can’t imagine what it’ll cost
For a shower and a shave.
But we lost another one here;
One of the mad ones-
She was ----decorated
----ceremonial
----with a s m a l l tattoo
The size
Of a pencil
----on her face
But beyond pencil
It couldn’t be hidden away
Placed in pocket
Or left on
Desk.
-She took it with her ----everywhere.
I guess I should’ve been awake
When last note sung
When last line wrote
Last pill
E x p l o d I n g
In to
Long night dopamine
And dead-eyed tomorrow
-where was I?
-off?
And pre-occupied with what
In such great presence?
When I’m quick-timing
One of those
Short-shaves
In California,
I know
I’ll see that mark on my own face.
I know
That in razorblade
And brambles
And wild grapes
I won’t forget
-the rosebuds-
And what we couldn’t hide in Ohio:
Another mad one, taken
By the river.
Photo by Anonymous. Words by Justin David Koontz.
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