If you get the bumper then holding it the right way doesn’t matter.*
Somewhere in the secret hills an ancient grave is slowly giving birth
While images of beasts carol and adore.
—Gerrit Lansing
Outside it looks like a Tokyo storm
where Tommy Lee Jones is boss.
I let go, check...and it’s real. But
I can only go 15 pages. After that
it’s all supposed to go together,
right? The mind is endless
and meaningful. Or simply,
Boys in bed machine the
book of wheat until
it sings to fly. A whole
poem stolen just to
get it through.
*poem title thanks to Otto Chan
