open here

flowers on the lake of hell.
New Jersey dogs in thrall.
Max didn’t want it, Harry
took it.
old factories scream at
night.
I am warming up.
bottlecaps sit on my
brain.
I am giving off smoke.
I am smoking.
I am an Easter egg.
I am a paper clip.
this is what it should be.
like a train coming out of
the end of a tunnel.
full of fools.
and you sitting in the
men’s room reading
the sports page.
as the world comes to
its conclusion
nothing
happens.