Tag: despair

lunchboxpoems:

i wonder about everything: birds
clamber south, your car
kaputs in a blazing, dusty
nowhere, things happen, and constantly you

wish for your slight home, for
your wife’s rusted
voice slamming around the kitchen. so few

of us wonder why
we crowded, as strange,
monstrous bodies, blindly into one  
another till the bed

choked, and our range
of impossible maneuvers was gone,
but isn’t it because by dissolving like so  
much dust into the sheets we are crowding

south, into the kitchen, into  
nowhere?

DENIS JOHNSON