an empty coal train is rolling past a hobo camp so many vacancies like christ’s tomb while the emergency room at the hospital has no beds to spare no windows of any kind only an addict’s hallucinations and a skinny old man yelling help without the p hell hell hell for hours until the hospitalist …
brother to other things
my old black shoes
get where I otherwise
should not know
down a ladder
into another night
and there in a noise
of fiddlers I wonder
to see myself dance
with seeming skill