O.W. Letter

By Michael Kloss

At 60 miles an hour on
Track 4 of ‘Red Rocks’, I’ve one headlight and
Leroy is wasting me on that fucking sax, it’s like sex in a hammock
I passed the same dead raccoon I’ve past
Four days before these words so disconnected from what’s really going on

It’s drumming drunk, a vibrating buffet
I’m alone, smoking drinking shifting driving living on piano wire, so
Every man and woman look alive
I drink heaviest when I’m alone, I guess
That speaks of my morals and genre of life
An unpainted fence, a go decent guy, a black hole
A shoetree, a constant contradiction, a cliché

My pillow is the unabridged work of will
I always lay with woman who don’t love me and
Sit with women who couldn’t but, I know I shouldn’t sleep with
Anyone who has more problems than I do

I know the illusion in life is that there are
Answers I can understand but can
Currently detect signs of them in
Several independent and surprising ways
Which we now discuss

I have a matriarchal theology, thin skepticism, lofty concise deficiency
I’m acutely aware I cannot capture natural luminosity on canvas
I am a contemporary of Arthur

My therapy, this unfettered feast of ink:
I never sign my real name to receipts
I write words on the insides of my clothes
I think we all have shadows to live in and people to smother and
Wish I could be ++++ Hunter’s disciple, so

Everyman and woman look alive
Here’s to opening and upward
Sharp holes in dark places paints eyes touches hands

I’m fucking skeletons
I hide in the hall and when they slip out of the closet to use the bathroom I
Catch them unaware and belittle them and believe this arrangement is fair

I’m going sixty miles an hour with
One headlight, track four of ‘Red Rocks’
I’m headed west in an easterly way
I’m fighting back, becoming more, think better of myself, know what I want
I’m addicted to living, I guess that speaks of my morals and genre of life

Michael Kloss A 22 y/o B.C.C. philosophy student when the money's
there, I can be found at 'Red Sky Poetry theater' of which I am the
youngest board member. I was published in 'Beautiful Lumber, voices from
Seattle open mikes' in 2001 and presented a self-published chapbook
(loosely applied term) called 'Junket' march 2002 when I was featured at
'Red Sky'. I study Art History and mythology and currently working on a
thousand projects that will never be done. I love the spoken and written
word. I aspire to be many things and nothing. Contact me at
miggy222@hotmail.com to chat or what you will.