apparent tense

on mondays and fridays i'm a ghost

shuffling gently through a crowd

by the time anyone sees

the hint of a rumor

hypotension

i am the sickle cell

the river   blood red clay

not sticky muck san antonio shoes

a north dallas counter  slowed but shown

on every thursday morning i am a rush

lists of names for academic gain

a lack of pain and wu tang

hawk

an alabama smile

with trombone eyes losing some

while taking the fight to smoking rights

words that will make you learn despite

on rainy tuesday mornings i am alone

it is different than being lonely

in little degrees marked by

tiny lines in a circle

told

it is time

it is enough

it is the measure

of what we have come to know

on every second wednesday i am at once

 the who you have known

and the hello stranger

yes mother maybelle

circle

filtered through staples

gentle     english tremelos

record store floors like the heroin chic

of that   the nineteenth of november, 1965

on every single weekday i am at most

the time it takes to scrutinize

identify or multiply

hold up a hand and

testify

to the house of cash

and thimbles with the name

john r. by the side of the very road that runs in and out of one soul sucking town

on fridays in particular i am at best

the sweetest sound that i can

coax from those s a d-1's

push and pull trems

lollar

gunstock oil the hooker oak tree

write a happy song

and don't you dare forget about me

on saturdays in the fall i am at home

with the jittery nervous idea

that time will not tell

the answer

ever

that time is laughing as it passes

the very ones who might notice   who might care  

who might   try

to slow it down   buying rounds  on drinking nights

on fridays after the wall comes down i am the host

to the collection of pick me smiles

from every little year gone by

in my  boot brown eyes

try

drunken phone calls to the

very last person who would expect

to hear from you on a european afternoon

double ring and impending doom straightway from weimar texas

on the third day of may i make the thanks

for lessons learned and sunburns

hitson drawling little words

all the way out and

unconcerned

inverted numbers letters sent

caused a flood in my own defense

i learned the  songs and what it meant to decatur dirge but lift myself

on the very next sunny monday

i will be more than the thought

of the things not bought

the swagger stalk

rope

pulled hard         taut

christmas greetings you forgot

the first fallen snow quiet and clocked

until the the gray takes things more often than not

on broken sunday trips around the lake i am the most

ithaca gorgeous rintin starbucks whiskey hidden giddy of a north buffalo big man

w/uncertain heredity

                                changer

the telecaster at twenty three

the way i play that is not the lead

the metal pedal will change your plans

she not sleeping lil man                 she dead

yes on fridays and mondays i am a ghost

stand/sitting at a bus stop

ever seeking  smile

joseph lee henry

sold

melody left

left to right to left

letting out all of the heat

the forgone 

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