Poem for Drew Petersen ('s Birthday)

Poem for Drew Petersen ('s Birthday)

Listen, soldier
i think this is a fork
stuck in the alphabet
leaving poems in braille
come along there’s a mystery
in town the size
of August, hallelujah sings
a greek chorus of fortunetellers
it’s the rests that make the music
the ding of exposition
this ocean beneath is treacherous
a very symphony of cataclysm
damn the harpies
i’ll follow you anyway