eddie goode-shaman learns about death

1

i remember anne
mostly as a voice
on the phone or
a body curled over
the kitchen counter
crying at the end
of something i was
too young to understand

it turns out she died
4 years ago
somewhere in nevada

i didnít even know
she’d moved

poets and outlaws as
sparkling fuses between
the beating of wings
and the blinking of
buzzards in a desert
no oneís bothered to name

and later, pieces of harold
lloydís hand in the
prop bucket

and youíll never have to work again.

2

eddie finds a few
factoids and lorca’s
left eye on the
clearance rack in
the curiosity shop
of the human heart
they pay for themselves

and he walks out into
the world w/ a new found
faith in the christian work
ethic and lorca’s left
eye in his back pocket

the squealing of tires
and monday morning hung-over
moaning of would be
olympians manages to
keep the birds away
in a city where all
the signs read
fuck you pay me