Moving In To 131 Poem by jerome moore

Drunk driving
drive before starting the car
seat belt buckled in passengers
drive out of state in wrong lane
throw all the open cans and bottles to the side of the road

wake up and drive to providence
sally got the U-haul straight and rubbed the fender of a neighbors forester
meat swings and mothern man from same named strangers
John plugs up the toilet and the gas stoves deflating
couch won't fit
magician couldn't saw it in two
and the little birds flounce in their hip huggers
aloof and giving it away for free
Josh tells me soul is awareness cogency and consciousness
I tell him look at those girls desire to be wanted
the way they move, Clothed In Gravity