A Stillness in Your Future

by Clark Coolidge

This thought shall not remain much longer
no matter your laughter     memory water
we are colleagues we meet by the falls     it
starts with alcohol     ends in misty roses
the blunt end of the oxygen

Your information is no good still
you stay     all good things come to
the middle road provides no roses
a skull enclosed in cotton batting
Substance 10 futures await yo
one more moment and

They say you don’t want when you really do
ambition down so many roads
apparitions glowing in carlight
the provisions will run who knows how many
sank to the floor in Placitas lonely