When I cry
the ground heaves and moans,
as I crash through the underbrush
like
some ol’ extinct Tyrannosaurus Rex
arms too short to wipe my own nose
ranting through the minutia,
ignorant of the coming fallout
Old, old, old, same old story
a hypothesis for everything
the ending was intrinsic –
slowly seeping
sex in sweatpants
stabbing glances
whipping words
missing words
cheater, cheater, pumpkin eater
one way, my way, mine not yours
some endings extrinsic –
drunk driver
wet street
a 65 mile wide hole
drove through your womb
in one hundredth of a second
the last piece of bad fortune
the great dying
I still find fragments
an odd sock worn thin in the toe
a video, Land of the Lost
the CBGB handbill, the Ramones, 1976,
your thumbprint smeared across Joey
it could have been 65 million years ago
fossilized bones
Writing 