Buck Downs—Three Untitled Poems

I guess I must

suppose I put

myself in place

of the screaming

girl cicle singing out

call the doctor

or dig me out,

out of this forehead

out of this mess at

at least two removes

there are too many

answers to how long

are you gonna be

anyway ? living

in the used record-

and-tapes as if another

heavens to betsy

is waiting to come out.

money and its inversions

men die for the lack of

no, they do not die for

anything at all, trust me.

now I am getting smashed

up front w/it in the crowd

where there is no quick

end to the surge of the flow

going home sick to wish

for a clock that wont tell

them when to go home.

going off on five kinds

of search for the active

ingredient. I have lost

my direction & everyone

knows it. when a lovely

flame dies, they say smoke

gets all in your clothes,

hair, and I cut my hair

but I couldn't cut my clothes.

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Buck Downs is an independent writer and self-publishing consultant who lives in Washington, D.C. His latest book of poems is YOU CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF WHAT YOU REALLY DON'T NEED, available at www.buckdowns.com.