Dream

“I’m lifting weights in the old garage. There are white glowing embers all across the floor—like stars. I have a sense that they belong to some type of insect. The thing is hiding behind the paint cans in the storage area. It’s large, venomous, hissing—its coming for the lights on the floor. They begin to pulse on and off—suddenly they are all a powdery dust. I wake up in my dream, with the barbell laying next to me. “

Minus The Worms

Someday
when we are far from these place(s)
the toolshed we call home
the dog claw outlines of mud
that carry verminous ~ticks~
clinging to our bodies like static
and suck away
some day when we are far
from the running noses
the dog food that lay under the freezer
the stock piles of instant eggs
the lost
green
peg
in tooth decay
the smiles that we tuck behind our lips
the chemicals in need of disposal
the rash & crater
some day we will forget the FLOOD
the bouncing floorboards
the alcohol
the broken light switch
the chimney h o l e
the dripping through winter
the p o l t e r g e i s t
the sliding door
the ringworm & gutter leaves
the strange shadows that
fill our neighborhood
S O M E D A Y
we will lose all of this
minus the worms
that hitchhike
in flour bags
and hang the silk
as quiet as a moth’s scatter
the stains on the table cloth
and the holes they’ve eaten
will rest
in a box
somewhere