The Creek

Asa,

I need you

to be

less soothsayer,

more dead grandfather.

Got it.

This is what

the Creek requires.

You lie

just enough

to keep me interested.

Aim truer

old man,

we don’t have

that kind

of time anymore.

The Creek is

still changing,

reflecting murder.

I look for you, 

Asa.

But that 

ghost is gone.

The Creek 

has folded.

There is no river.

See the sea,

now 

wave goodbye.

The Creek

In the huge rotating world

I take comfort

knowing you are vapor,

non-existent nothing:

This is the Creek.

I reject the reality

that I am always

amongst friends,

always amongst

something all the time.

I move my mouth

like an adult

and I imagine

standing close

to someone,

pretending to kiss.

Our bodies will

never get used to this.

Close enough:

a light will come on.

A light will always come on.