Can you accidentally plan a murder?
Empty your credit card’s pockets
In Vegas? Fall asleep after a
Head wound and bleed to death?
Who will track my identity
When I go out empty-handed
And never return? Can they
Match my key to 8 million
Medeco locked apartment doors?
One curtain still tied back at
The end of the day?
Can you accidentally drink
Too much Jamison at your local
Bar, take home a tall stranger
Who talks about his mother?
Throw out the trash, recycle
Paper products, accidentally
Or incidentally, or purposefully.
I write a poem about murder
Imagining that if I could think
About it, I could accept
It somewhere in the world.
Whitman never smelled the
Piss and unwashed rot of
Human flesh on the A train
At 6:48 pm. You reduce all
Experience to the single
Impatient moment, so you
Switch cars at 42nd Street and
Leave the stench behind.
