Oh how do you know what happens when we die?
Brains bubble & cool
on pavement. Mind jerks stretching out—
hardening like a worm.
I just can’t be dreaming
as I walk each morning.
Something about hearing
music when headphones are
forgotten. La de da de de,
La de da de da…
I tip-toe across the trash-strewn spine
of frozen stream. Iron railings keep sleepy creatures
from slipping. Drums keep a–pounding rhyth–m
to the brain… A car whishes past