The Road

“Rosebud” hangs in the air

The road swallowing sky

Radio playing the things we thought we loved

We walked like we were somewhere

The mountains we traversed

Reminded me of being lost

A single, razor sharp, can of beans at your teeth

Feasting on the life self-possessed

I never did prepare all that well

For long trips

Cities only seen from freeway exits

And Roadmaps

I know I am one of many

An endless chattering of egos

Suspended between the blackness of the infinite
Multiverse

I'm quiet now, at least most of the time

Dead trees pawing at the windows

Clothes scattered about the floor

This is all okay, I think this is all okay
Long strands of hair in the bathtub

The memory of her shape

“She was here, so many of them were.”

In the cellar, I keep some of their things

Boxes piled up, reaching for rafters
It's not the absence
But the silence I notice

We, all of us, know how to let go

So go ahead, push past the ether
Show them

The familiarity with which your heart

Caves in

The things I have done

Have happened, period

Libido laying waste to some

Ego gnawing on the bones of others

But there were a few

Who I truly loved

Moments, women, friends

Who I truly loved

We, all of us, know how to let go

So go ahead, push past the ether
Show them

The familiarity with which your heart

Caves in