Howie Good

Skull City

The emptiness is real,
the starting point,
how it all feels,
the mother of all things,
a mule, the amoeba,
an expanse of trees
in the distance,
what the shade is like
under there,
only a few colors,
the only thing left,
a piece of music so familiar
I could play it
over again in my head.

Howie Good is on the pavement, thinking about the government.