Man Falls in the Fast Lane

The Sedlec Ossuary
November 19, 2017
Guest of Honor
November 19, 2017

Man Falls in the Fast Lane

As of this Spring, the ice caps melt inside his glass
in a fury of noes and yesses,

the pleasure of petrichor usually killed
by a necessary peppermint breeze.

No one minds
the aspirins sinking,

accelerating
with the days.

He broke up his casualness, it’s more
than a fling or a flight of fancy,

loathing and embarrassment mixed
until turning see-through.

5th floor, the angel suite
aloft the city gulches,

with quickening momentum
a runway for the morose,

the getaway –
confusion.