overwinter
the rain knows
the best time to fall
roger takes his stubby cock
and puts it in your mouth
I turn the handle and go out
then wake the old man explains
as they sunder you stem to stern
"this is just a game they play
roger opens the tailgate
and brays in bashful baritone
I look for anything missed
benzene rainbows on the water
a seagull that resembles a buoyant rock
a face in need of a fist
roger transfers the decalogue
from the superior court to your tongue
the latching of a door makes outside inside
in place of mural invective a small bush
I step outside wake again return chisels
buy washers like a person with purpose
I count out "thank you roger
he dispels
I write the postal code on the postcard wrong
so it goes to the president of earth
I place here a mark there a dangerous oath
excise midcentury modern detritus from the skull
my own mother's tongue feels
foreign and rough in my mouth
the gravity is weak the pining fades
the men return to town
remember this should birnam wood
e'er come to dunsinane
I'll burn it down