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Howie Good

How to Prepare for Heartbreak

Summoning up
a kind of rage,
stubbornly walk,
or even crawl,
across a frozen sea
and then pass
through a hole in a fence,
on the other side
of which it’s dusk,
and maybe always is,
no people anywhere,
just stubble fields
and a black dog
with a red tongue.


Howie Good is on the pavement, thinking about the government shutdown.


 

Howie Good

The Colonel of the Dead

after flexing
his cramped fingers,

records your name
in black ink
on black paper,

then lies back
with a weary sigh
on a sun chair,

pink high tops
crossed at the ankles.
 
Howie Good is on the pavement, thinking about the government.

 

 

Howie Good

Woken by Worry

There’s just enough light
bleeding in through the window
for me to see what isn’t there,

a man in plastic sunglasses
opening a black umbrella
like some kind of signal
for the dark to start shrieking.

Howie Good is on the pavement, thinking about the government.

Howie Good

Wind Song 

There’s so much
going on here
it’s always worth
getting out of the car,
and if you listen
really quietly,
you can hear
the stream flowing
and these people
who survived
by eating weeds
and even talk
proudly about it.

Howie Good is on the pavement, thinking about the government.