someone dropped
a banana peel
on Tzara's grave

Now You See It Now You You Don't

Hey Lee where you at

I dreamed of the dead

You weren’t there

twenty lies a day

If there was

God I think
we’d be damn
sure of it

Fishkill Rural Cemetery

Ducks there
Never flew south

Sitting in my car

Smoking a joint

One waddled
Through the slush

Toward the highway

It was white

All the faithful departed

They had incontrovertibility

if you don’t

hear from me

i've arrived