Brett Rogers

I wish I was a little spider
Hanging in a corner between two plaster walls (a guide wire wrapped around the kitty-corner outlet)
Just waiting … no pressure,
For the world, for sustenance,
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[In a 1440 minute day
There is one,
(A 4-0-0 or the 240th)
That
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It’s a pain reliever.
It’s emotional makeup.
It’s a colon cleanser.
It’s a boredom cure (it will make any movie entertaining, and the entertaining ones transcendent) .
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I found my way home
On a straight line
Of cigarette butts,
Stitched across America’s chest,
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Now I lay me down to sleep,
Afloat in the glow of passing beats.
In-between the rolling tide,
Safe from those the darkness hides.
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There is a spy in my box!
A private eye
With sometimes-curly locks.
It’s cold in here,
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A creek ambles by,
The dry makes it quiet, the rain makes it loud …
Tonight: barely heard.
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I stand with my dogs before or at the sunrise and overlook the Chattahoochee …
… And it is indescribable and everyday different …
… And I let the wind blow the tears from my eyes …
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This overweight dump truck of words left unsaid
Will haunt my hair a whitish-gray,
As I toss and turn, and flip and curl, and turn and plank, and toss and sweat
Through endless nights,
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… And deep into the night dark
I exit out my humble home,
Six steps left, to the dirt, for my last cigarette.
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This morning when I woke,
For a shooting-star second
(the pilot light beneath my skull clicked clicked clicked and caught)
I did not think of you … and felt still.
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There is a fluffy, blue hydrangea flower (solo and strong) on my parents’ patio.
This Southern Summer storm thrashes at the screens and petals …
The smoke from my cigarette hugs the humidity and eddies,
The radiation from my cell phone swamps my brain,
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[Eyes closed …
I am trying everything
To get wasted.
Shhh!
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A rusted-sounding Cadillac or Impala
Whizzed then rumbled
From stop sign to openness,
Southbound through my 10th St. neighborhood.
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The Pear tree petals polka-dot the pavement.
They have seemingly all bloomed overnight, like a surprise planned just for me.
I feel dizzy looking down, like if I cross my eyes, just right, there is truth behind the white and gray.
I run through it all,
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I take B & G out to pee and come back,
And though only 8-10 minutes have passed,
I check my phone for word from you.
I cannot imagine the lingering heartache of previous times
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[On a perfect day,
On the ‘computer connected to brain’ eternity-loop]

… I have left work in the dry, afternoon Sun
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Someday.
One day …
We will sit quietly on my lime-green couch,
No knees aflutter, no nervous mouths,
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Every so often,
(Quietly at the kitchen table
Over a slice of pie
in the late-night)
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If I was Graham Bell,
And you were Watson,
(Or if you wish,
The other way ’round)
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