Damon Hubbs

King Rail

Uh-huh, yes. The affair: 
It started when you saw the King rail 
at the Ipswich Sanctuary. You named it Merlin,
like the wizard. 

I’d be rolling on the floor laughing 
if it weren’t for my monkhood. I have a gentle heart. 
A dead gray seal was found with shark-bite wounds. 
You have a folder that says: “In Case I Croak.”

No chance. You ran a half marathon in May. 
I came out of hell at sunrise. 
The smell of fried clams made me dizzy. 
The great ball of crystal is neither subtle nor effective. 

Lost, or damned

Pulling the new from the body of the old 
—ah. Let’s move 
on. Your bikini is worth my raft and it’s too bright
to see.