On The Road Forever

is the wrong brand

of empty

Lonely is some half-screwed
packing carton, useless
having flipped
its lid
a bottom drawer
with only one handle

Loneliness is a scandal
a painted cucuguru bird
that you do try to understand

but it all comes out in the east-west wash
“garrish yellow flower” in a kimono

Loneliness is a lamppost chair in the attic old bathmat

First light is not always day never dawns on some
still, the long low wail of a trucker all alone
who calls his cab a home

just can’t be translated




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