The Sound of Silence

Cassowary is six feet tall

At 160lbs, you don’t want to piss it off.

Dad sits on the eggs until he is good and ready.

If you want the honest truth,

In space, there are mountains. If you really think about this…

Space mountains in Space. Rising seas are inevitable in Space.

John wears long sleeve Oxford button-up with Khaki trousers every day I’ve known him.

If he wore black pants then we should talk about space some more.

For one, he killed someone with his car.

It was an accident, of course.

A dark night, perhaps a little twilight. Rain was coming down in Florida.

Sheets he said, sheets buckets, he said.

When you think of rain, do you ever think of sheets?

A drunkard runs into traffic and hits the passenger windshield

Parceled in flight, somersaults over the hood and lands behind the car.

Later, not that night in the hospital, but the next morning, John calls on the man’s status.  

The review mirror did him in, sliced him open ear-to-ear over the top of his head.
A crown in the making; I don’t remember the dead man’s name.

At the trial, or rather elsewhere, urban pulse was the miracle

Amid the chaos

Of this palpable city, climbing untamed Antarctica, the first thing;

Don’t make yourself into a kit.

I’ve organized his closet by hue and how close crisscross patterns run together.

I will need to button his collar buttons. I rotate by seasonal hues. Autumn colors in the center –

Lighter pastel oxfords and ones I don’t like farther to reach.

In Angkor Wat, Cambodia

Or a seaside city of Carine, Australia

Flightless birds line the forest edge and may wonder through people’s backyards.

If you want to know what a flightless bird is just imagine

wings so tiny.