Cauterization of the brain wound

It’s 5 am in the east
still dark
and the too-loud birdsong
of New Jersey is like
a dozen small trucks
(cheap minivans of the
collective unconscious)
backing up and all the time.

It’s now that I can see
how a bullet to the head
in one temple and out the other
can hold appeal.

Cauterization of the brain wound.
Sweep away all this tiredness, weight.
Not so much start again
as just now simply stop.

Another good reason
for never owning a gun.





Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s