O iowa dot,
your floodwaters take me
facts are lost in the rush of high waters
I relinquish my hold and slip under
things change so fast
fantasia overdose is what they called it back home, when I
slept under cornsilk and dreampt of corey tindall
Intimations of strangers' deaths arrive and it's
really strange and creepy and makes me feel sad,
his mother, too, Dana, downed in an alaska plane crash,
Is the mind following the logic of dreams or the logic of Google searches,
a cincinnati newspaper lands on my dreamscape doorstep
there the word souleye stares out at me,
I had no idea alannis was trying to get pregnant!
and O! elyse porterfield! how your ruse so enchanted me! I could not get enough of your I Quit whiteboard humor,
I fear I'll never forget, at least not for 10 minutes,
ditto with the cardinals reds fight: Where is meaning in a melee?
and finally mark dayton:
Will these names spread me out like a map upon our sky of evanescent stars in the firmament of now? Is this the pulse of a country restlessly sleeping?
Oh wati! Look! No. 11: antwaun cook wife!

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Comments
This is beautifully written. I will remember this a long time. even its humorous side touches me deeply.
Rated for poignant truth