LACUNA

The lights in the city went out
On the street roamed a sunken movie star
No place to call home but a sour trash can
Roaming until he found a rusty waterfall
At which he stared into pools of still water
And loved his face
And wondered where all who once loved it went to
So he found comfort in the flirty mud
When you don’t have much anything will do
In despair he cursed the moon night after night
It sat lazily in the sky like a darkened ornament
He’d give anything for some abandoned alcohol
He’d even take old pepper
Starving to nothing but brittle bones
He ate sticks and dirty lilac
Whimpering and wishing for his city
So he took his last happy belt from his pants
He wrapped it around a giant tree branch
And hung himself above the falls
And swung to and fro like a dusty clothespin on the line
With pretty chainsaws and sad race-cars in his eyes
He howled to the moon, I apologize!