Close Shave

Didn’t know I’d come this way
So long after
The Burma Shave signs had gone

Like so much
Just accident

Even the Jesus
Is Coming Soon!
Sign has bleached
In the sun into
Yellowed haze

I did not know then
What a blue road was

Though the moss
On shingled shed roofs
Might have been a clue

Like a larva weaving
Its cacoon I
Struggled bending

Like the puling drunk
So often I was
Building, building

Here I find myself
On the way again
Hungover and
Only those things

That lived before me
For landmark—here

Are your struggles

Just look at ‘em stretch

Think you might beat this?

You’re caught in the catch!

Burma Shave


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