It’s speckled
like a Pollock
It’s a horserace
without the thundering
Not too much a listening
more of a diligence,
small talk in the elevator
And the joy of
breaking it
Declarations of
hawk and roadkill
Then back to the process
of marking time,
a rest for
the retching
from The Waiting Room for the Imperfect Alibis, forthcoming from Kelsay Books, 2022