Read a poem by another poet written
on the same day:

Driving across country
two steep for                    the cursor
steering wheel
father and brother asleep
I thought it was morning
depth of sleep measure
a watch that was as
transparent as a belt buckle
quote others here
the alligator inverts itself
and falls over the edge
the trail runs a narrative
of where you could be hiking
if not in a car

what is this burlap
at the bottom of the bed
whiskey — the other nightly ablution —
is aged in coffers
the rapid eye movement
jarred me awake
"rocka my soul..."
What is the adjective for
dream-produced? alluvial?
a hard rain's gonna fall
clever trust knot imported
from a song
                              of aluminum
Pitched pennies
clean sheets
eight street lamps in the distance

PPS: The fog of night knows no glory