In A Silent Way

The ice pick nature of December

Slender reminiscent slip of impaling metal

Quick amongst the bustle, silent, fleeting alteration

So much blood for such a tiny hole

Date stamp, snowmen, electricity out, branches heavy

Crackling Katrina limbs lingering anomaly precipitation

Swamp tales, mud tongues, pristine porch boards

Hovering definition of family evaporating

The depression; it’s about that time

Accelerant to the churn-days stuffed with bought objects

The stockings, wrapping cloth, electronic distractions

Advertisements of to-and-from tags

Get-through-it nature of it all

One-long-meditation

Hopelessness permeating seat backs

Steering wheels contemplate abrupt right turns into evergreens

Take a compass box off the shelf, dispense refuse

Replacement void stare vision dulls year into year

Fuzzy complexion of an inability to take a vacation

For a septet of solar revolutions, the arbitrary nature of location

The space of the planet, breathing, inhalation, exhalation

The barter with interchangeability of blood vessel organisms

Of soil, concrete, roots, lakes, buildings, trails, carnivals

I am being; this is an illusion, indifference, irrelevance, independence

The long lungs filling like dirigibles, flight inside the mind

Visualizing a space above the fray mist of morning’s foggy cauldron

Rising into the realm of the universal over the relative

Love detaching in the calendar’s ink pen scribble annotations

The fifteenth is a Tuesday

Sixteenth is a women’s world cup soccer match in the Superdome

Seat next in the 2004 season left vacant after a child was born

Stepfather chauffeur, father uninvited; their special thing, how it is

On a given day, given month, given year

In a silent way, it’s about that time, Miles Davis

Horn fading