5
Road Through Midnight
The road through midnight
twists around Illinois Mountain,
especially when I’m wasted
and there’s no moon at all,
only the distant porch lights
of a few lonely houses,
the night so dark the deer
just seems to appear,
a mountain deer on his knees,
springtime acrobatics,
the buds engorged with blood.
Birdsong
1
The seabirds
that dive-
bomb for fish
only seem
to be crying,
Sorry, sorry.
2
His baseball cap said
Vietnam Vet on the front,
but birds don’t care
whose head they crap on.