I hear you humming
childrens’ cartoon themes
A ghost is born x-ing out
calendar days
Here, though, pages flipping back
in a reverse uncoil
time pressing trees back into soil

Evening slips loose its daylight robe
golden descending
February littered still with firs
A glad man singing in holiday light
sad & popular songs
over dropped mating calls
Temptations crashing, falling hammers
‘I wish it would rain’
burning slow like Motown soul
words ‘tween cigarette glow
vexing words ‘neath waxing moon
Above this bible black sky
heaven’s melting on a popsicle stick
wanting like time
prayers answered only when scored upon
god’s or fate’s or etc.’s dartboard
Gutters gushing, apartments weeping with icicle drip
sparks shower from a muffler dragged down a strip

Bandits, passengers
lives chanced among lightning strikes;
the recklessness of water

History is written by those lacking its memory
Tales scripted in hindsight
myths are cracking under their age
Drinking Joni Mitchell under the table
barrels of you
then stumbling home, an apple bed lit
Dawn dutifully sewn to the sky
ferrying stars westward and fading
no line upon the horizon we’re all nearing.