NOKIA

What am I always saying
in the dark
when we have no axel no spare
everyone’s a star
is what I’m always saying

I’m always saying
that I love you
in different ways for one
is saying that I love you
and googling am I saying that
I love you
enough no

one thought this was going to be historic
the Nokias and no keys
differentiated like they all
got you into all
of the Honda Civics

some one stole one part
by part wheel by wheel y claxon from
M’s front yard in
Palmetto Bay and dropped it

in possessions in gifts you give me I give them
to others to show you and by you
I mean myself that I don’t have to have
things I can have them in the hand
of another person and keep
myself intact to the trunk
of my Accord holding the things
I cannot carry

under the peacock park boardwalk
we walk over to smoke
its humid hand over my face and over it
the hand and the Honda
or the Ford Escort and the dog
of a friend who said care for it
while I am away                I walked from it
to its binary, grey and choppy and now

a commencement program
or is it a hymnal
now a question in the morning
did you

pass me on Ives Dairy
what am I always saying
did you walk in as I’d walked out did I
as you’d walked in in
the gale force
in the Crossfire what am I
always saying why am

I stranded in Hollywood
in the distance
from A to BFE
that distance crossed and not
deliberated
that distance made that defies
being seen