Glitch

by ALAN CHAZARO

 

 

 

 

 

The night entered me at a bar

in Oakland and I learned that

East Bay is pig Latin for beast

and sometimes the hills are coyotes

burning in their sleep and tonight

we need this moon between us

but who knows where this smoke

will lead and try listening to the deep

whistle of a sequoia and know

that these Nikes make me feel

royal and curse minimum wage yet

forever is tomorrow and today

will fade you without clippers

and patterns will form

if you let them because what

is a formula if not this and who will

breathe if you cannot

and where do things go

when they are buried and if the bible was truth

why does our blood hymn and I ask

about the bodies and

I ask as if you know what I am saying.