A Face, I Can’t Forget the Time or Place

Rusty screws, a live man’s noose. Tell none; no one knows.

Found someone to sing the blues with in my ragged clothes.

Saturday, your changing plans went skipping down the block

with small red wagons and empty cans when your porch was locked.

Sometime next week, you’ll wake tomorrow.

Yesterday, you shook today.

You saw the line, you’ll draw the line, so draw the line.

Kitchen table, steel wool, grass: these are my collections.

So pin the fault on someone’s ass and swallow your reflections, and sigh.