there are only moments now

when illness is forgotten,

when the woman you once were

returns to your skin

and a trick of imagination

sees you sprint to the corner

I walked up the pavement and there, much to my delight, was a tienda, a store selling beer and wine and hard liquor, jammed full of people.  I bought a big 40 oz. can of Tecate’.  There was a quaint little park almost directly across the street from the store.  I sat down at a bench, intending to pull out my weed and pipe and have a little toke to go along with my beer.

The trees can be read. 
Do you not think that birds
Are the most literate creatures
On earth? Time encircles some,
Ensnares others.

In Salem, the winter fog settles at sundown
like gauze, blinding and oppressive,
a cold, wet blanket of
Fuck You For Being Here.
On such an evening, I imagine
John Fahey in some shithole welfare hotel,
perhaps the Holiday Lodge on Hawthorne.

… awake now

a little disoriented

and hungry.

Something crunchy perhaps –

a Nevada snow shadow

    it melts in your warmth to provide water in the sun