the president
of the stars and
stripes is in thailand
with mike white and
parker posey. i wake up
with the meaning of dreams.
‘tim, is something going on?’
you never know who’ll show
on your favorite anything.
there’s an american ex
press advertisement
until the screen
that holds the
bottom of my
bed up (the
foot bottom)
hisses like it’s
been snake-
bitten, then,
to my eyes’
surprise
(i’ve peeled
’em) goes
black. the
rest in me
scoots off
before the
beans grind—
grounded
like a rocket.
i’ll never even
be another
whodunnit.
tears rollin’
like credits,
down, down.
a heart goes
boom until
abloom.
is it mine?
this murder
of a has-been.
