—for my friend H.W. who planted the seed of this in my skull
I look for a poem without explanation
one that says in a word or two what’s up
but does not become a convoluted graphic
of curved mind curled up
I wait for a short one that gnaws bone,
tough and mean as the revelation
you are with the multitude alone
it would sync like stone with the moment written,
tell a story sad or sublime of the meat I gnaw
as I sip this magical solution—
that sticks in my craw
as I guzzle time
Jim Culleny
8/9/16
—that sticks in my craw
as I guzzle tim
Blink 