Insomnia Diary

Commission by attrition

Commission by attrition Who’s to say gravity isn’t love?The landing was gracious, my jigsaw body intact but with all the honey-roasted peanuts I could fit in my pockets and this is embrace.This is , gallons of fuel to fly from one rental car to another, white Saturn, blue Sable, here clouds resemble Mickey Mantle at the plate, there Mick at the bar with highball. Imagine mountains colonizing the sky or river slinking off, the crenellated cityscape, picture I- blastoff, someone’s Fed-Exed my hotel room, it arrives before me, premonition of comfy mattress, window facing fire escape, local news begins symphonic, ends with a puppy called Redemption.  I tell the story of gaskets, there’s drama in valves, what they let in, keep out, and if you don’t have filters, if air’s just what it is and not what you tell it to be, if the little bones, the knives aren’t removed from water before it enters your Amber’s mouth, she might not reach the prom, can I put you down for a million, I’ll pop for freight if you buy the next round.Who’s to say my body isn’t sacrifice, burger burger burger, what’s a colon after all but temporary, some blood in the stool, some insomnia for my Amy,Todd who just discovered his voice is heroin to his mother, I come here and here is not here, there’s no place I ever am and this is falling, who’s to say love isn’t a power suit, Power Book, coffee for breakfast lunch dinner coffee  for the hollow bones, I’m falling into your life with brochures, will you catch my arrhythmia, take my calls, buy one more ball-valve with neoprene seat than you’ll ever need, my soul’s at the airport, my body was sent to Dallas, I gave up luggage for Lent and carry my toothbrush in my useless chest.  ...