It Happened Before

Some say it is a misfired
synapse,
this moment that seems
like a memory.
In the initial moment,
the waking moment of the dream,
you wondered
how you could be in a situation
so ridiculous.

"They used money against me
while I was asleep"

Poetry that replaces journal,
journal that replaced memory,
poetry that replaces something else
or sleep.

"They used money against me while I was asleep
because I was vulnerable"

Veins of roads,
webbing land,
creating ownership
and islands,

"They used money against me while I was asleep
because I was vulnerable in money"

I must touch everything
or how will we know it?

excerpt from Faulkner's, If I Forget Thee, Jerusalem.

The Season

The weather conspired to keep me here.
In the fly infested
flame of last spring,
heat boiled my intentions
of leaving
into a syrup sweet enough
to keep me. that spring turned to the next,
and because I
found a moment,
the weather returned to
its normalcy, sprinkling
rain on
weather beaten bicycles,
its rhythm biting
pavement with familiar syncopation.