I
The window shade was sealed shut.
Harry could not bark at black cats,
but I could not be cheered
by the arrival of a new day.
II
Evergreen needles poked at my lungs.
Frost shooed away the new heavens.
Mexico with guns and no map.
Stole a horse and bummed pop.
III
Full tank of gas,
stark desire to go nowhere,
but I went to work anyway.
The garage door was open.
IV
I rode like an elephant on my hospital bed.
Safe, but my bed was fast and unrestrainable.
I laid giant, orange turds in sharp and frigid pot holes.
The people loved me softly but didn’t follow me.
When I pulled in and parked at work, pulled sheets away,
my trunk meandered round and round,
praying gently for deliverance of love and water.
V
I dragged my brain in full, cavernous gutter.
Heater was plagued and polluted sanity.
Fresh tires loved the asphalt. My thinned hair hung
in murky, squalid water with floating Popsicle sticks.
stillfugue 
#1 by Evelyn on February 24, 2011 - 1:20 pm
“Frost shooed away the new heavens”
wow just for this line. wow.
I like these grouped like this. its a good idea. they do flow together.
I like III the best.
The garage door being open that happy/sad push into the world.
#2 by Carl on February 24, 2011 - 7:24 pm
Oh, thank you. I like III best too. It was the first.