I.


Everything already exists.

The meth heads across the street were hammering at 4 AM
and I envied their stamina.
I wished I could know that make —
hammering spikes into their railroad ribs,
to guide the stowaway mouths of little dungeon girls.

I saw a lawnmower get exchanged for drugs.
I saw a window get pushed through like a wet cardboard box.
He stood laughing.
I saw a man eating phantom berries from a forgotten handrail --
his hair bent and matted from its own weight.
Overgrowth is a sign of enlightenment; negligence of worldliness.