First, attending to the basics, an...

First, attending to the basics,
and then pursuing an abstraction or brace
or strumming the dull thrum.
Sometimes I wish I could
just wad it all up
and toss it away,
but the metal won't stop grinding
on metal, as Chevys and Fords
warm up in the otherwise quiet dark
outside the bar.
Later, with forged passports in back pouch
we took so many iniquitous turns
on the way dwelling we couldn't call
them bad anymore. Or home.
Thinking, what a strange thing is summer
when all I remember is winter,
watching the odometer briefly journey
to zeroes, a risk of wobbly circles
someone's always