In between
Darius Savage
Here
in the flatlands
you wouldn't believe
the violence of our miracles,
like slopes of psychotic weather,
or that we have real cause
for daily fear
beyond an occasional
headline&hunt for rapists
or a thief.
It's certain
that our boredom stems from
an absence of catalyst,
of risk; I sit watching (me &)
thunder through a scroll of windows.
in a sometimes friendly dive,
listening to the maybe-was soccer hero
who claims to have been
a Marine assassin in his youth,
thinking how
oddities are oblivious to location
and how our postcards might look--
if we were honest.
