“Reckoning,” by Chris McCreary

 

Not so simple being both asp

& then caduceus,

 

this falling

always headlong into Eiffel

 

or under Acropolictic

ruin. Today our man is feeling

 

semi-

pseudo, only somewhat

 

so, & so he walks across

our crosswalks, his forehead’s

 

warning forever unread. By the

third hour, he turns

 

circumspect. What does he see?

He blinks in

 

big neon glitter, blinks out

hounds to the left of him, jackals

 

to the right.  What

does he hear? Choirs rise

 

out of howling. He tries writing

our history in his longhand

 

but its logic

sometimes lies: darkling autocorrects

 

to sparkle, flashes its black but then

goes away white.

 

What’s left to be said? Disappointed,

he throats & then his earlobes

 

spill quotidian like a letter

never sent. This is not his world.

 

This is windows

into could-is, his gimping

 

toward more.

 

*****

Chris McCreary’s most recent book of poems is Undone: A Fakebook (Furniture Press, 2010), and a new chapbook, Elseworlds, is forthcoming from Cy Gist Press. An earlier version of “Reckoning” was published, under a different title and at about half its current length, in a limited-edition chapbook that accompanies the album You Make A Better Door Than A Window by Daniel Hales and the frost heaves (2012).

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