THE BARN PARTY

No one came under
leaves drenching plastic

cups lit up over-
passes pissing thrills

a ragged border, call it Texan lace God
bless this memory hole

hot set top warm soaps
animals out race streets closed off

locked with shops
so they can paste new tip cup jokes

the first last days.

Prepare soups in the reference
section, painkiller

sting the singer, signs the Scorpion
traced on Hayden’s smashed

lens flyers dream they mulched those
fields in turn turn turn your mop to

rented speakers, lights too
I believe you, saying I am going to

welcome shades of structures, plaints
pleats, ripped faces, subway walls, the will

got me here, so I made lists
and lost in the fall all invited

sought other reunions
studying to be yoga instructs

best coffee in town, Om, it must be
payday