always october (2005)
in the wave front that’s a spiral arm of this
corporate
citizen’s watch
in the ellipse of the ellipse of its galactic
orbit
far out far out far out
on this solar
citizen’s
watch
which next time
it comes around won’t
be
travelling west in Pennington County 2005 where
gods cheer the twilight
and gesture
(benevolent)
as I arm wrestle
spirals
winding me winding me up
and all in a fall towards night they cry
long lonesome cowboy calls
and coyotes how how howling
they slide towards October
2005
time and again and again
don’t you think they’ve had enough of it
got enough of it
those wah-wah warriors frequenting the skies
out on a limb in October
with all those cries all that cries wolves
and their crimes and their lackadaisacal
attitudes
towards men and meat and me and the opportune
skies