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

"misfire," you think,
and hope the rain peels back.
one single thick plank spans
the chasm;

the rest is all darkness and dreams.

it's not so bad, really,
not as bad as mountain shot
weekend

week day brokedown
that leaves no one begging for
mine, maybe less.

who knows what the password is.
try "forklift," "brandishing iron,"
"stress free but more money, maybe
a nonprofit"

why the correlation between money
   and pressure?

a gentle soft rain still comes down
   36 hours later.
even such a light touch
will repeatedly have a dangerous
effect.

try "hammerskjold"  "knickerbockers"
"andaloose muffins"  "kittens under
my bed"

play through … hand me a card
enjoy yourself

i don't mind admitting that you are
better than me i will
make up for lost time
and eventually catch your sorry ass