Howie Good
Painted by Sheet Lightning
The Middle of Nowhere
I raised up on my toes
to get a better look and saw
that I was 62, almost 63.
Stupid shits were everywhere.
The 911 operator suggested
calling back if it happened again.
There were other bad omens,
all the things that make me, me,
the sense of having quotation marks
around them. Night flooded in.
I was amazed that there was
such a lot blood for such a little cut.
Howie Good's latest book of poetry is The Complete Absence of Twilight (2014) from MadHat Press. He has several poetry books forthcoming, including Fugitive Pieces (Right Hand Press) and Buddha & Co (Plain Wrap Press).
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Painted by Sheet Lightning
I felt as if someone else’s half-formed thoughts were clamoring in my head, shadowy approximations of saints in angry red robes and seas of a strange green. Who invented disco? I asked, obviously in the wrong language. The next day brought the person I want to be (or at least be seen as) and the other person I keep on being. Nod if you understand when I say the rider guides the horse, though only in the direction that the horse wants to go.
The Middle of Nowhere
I raised up on my toes
to get a better look and saw
that I was 62, almost 63.
Stupid shits were everywhere.
The 911 operator suggested
calling back if it happened again.
There were other bad omens,
all the things that make me, me,
the sense of having quotation marks
around them. Night flooded in.
I was amazed that there was
such a lot blood for such a little cut.
Howie Good's latest book of poetry is The Complete Absence of Twilight (2014) from MadHat Press. He has several poetry books forthcoming, including Fugitive Pieces (Right Hand Press) and Buddha & Co (Plain Wrap Press).