stretched so hard i touched memory

the visions were transverse

mixing with memories until

they were infused

came from some old scratch on

some old disc in my fourteenth vertebra

top of the column down

probably got it playing frisbee

circa 1992

a tree pushed a root up and tripped me

in an old growth forest i

had broken up with my third

best friend

forever wasn’t as long as

i imagined



the third was full of frisbees and soaring like a bird. oils were dripping and smoke was rising, the links were hot as hell. when they discovered water in the park bubbling up from a pipe, the kids made ample use of it. everyone and everything within a hundred yards got wet, except the birds. soon it would be labor day and no one wanted to work but i was ready. i felt i could handle just about anything. the full moon was coming. so long as you got out there and under it, illumination was certain.