John Lennox

It has been a while since you died, so where is your ghost? Haven’t seen him ever. You died twice and are double dead: failed the makeup exam. Tell me what my body does after your Internet reading. I like the idea of a controlled blast, leaping over page and stanza break alike. On one side a waterfall, soft hair, and on the other side a parallel waterfall, retreated on the wind. Another year pissed, made mulch. Still I squint for the clue he’d been by, a little urine left in the bowl. Makes fruit of the old sign still bright behind the tree.