leftish design

the midwest is a shitstorm
   there’s no way you should be able to drive, she said, for 14 hours
& not see another person. i could
   understand living under a volcano
because of, she said, from her bar stool, all the nutrients n’shit
but tornadoes will fuck you up. he thought
 careful, they’ll publish it
      & you can’t get it back.
  well, most of it. some of it maybe you can get back.
    power, placement, poetics.
it’s all that, a guy said, with a pen & pad.
  with gazes upon him he said then: how much
 delusion you can take.
    there was a fart. it rang out righteously.
  he said he was experimenting with leftish design.
    leftish design…WTF, she said, moving to the toilet, laughing then,
 a real burst of it, an eruption
slapping her hand on the bar as she went.
       leftish design!
  that was the last time we saw him,
     the carriage arrived
   he muttered something about bad poetry,
  like he knew what that was.
   like he knew

2018