To My Understanding
Why folks flick
cigarillos into rain
filled sink holes,
with ashtrays near,
is something understood?
it's to hear the fire
hissing, dimming, dying
by water (multiverse
ironing and evening
itself out). Folks
who thumb noses
at brown skin
workers
and buffalo soldiers,
unmarried mail-order-grooms
and inter-ethnic couples,
are the one percent germ
point Purell misses.
Their younger years
saw most those folk
pop valium like popping
kernels; drink, drink,
drink and dodge AA
hiding high-def
triple X megabits
in country music folders?
such folk fail you,
my understanding.