She had actually stopped doing drugs for six months  
 
No   I will not stop my whining
 
Organ music always reminds me of a sky   Stars   Clouds

          Full moon    Helicopters    Kites    It doesn't

          matter
 
Dawn sky   The crack house is not the color of the sky
 
This check for groceries will bounce but not high enough
 
I refuse to close my eyes
 
I too am amazed at how far my car can run on Empty
           You'd think it would stop somewhere  
 
Not even the road maps here work any more
 
Just try to imagine the cuisine in that ghost town
 
I have never given good advice    "I'd stay home
           if I were you”
 
Well   The destination does matter and that was a wrong
           turn    A turn toward numbness
 
To question every sensation?  
 
Yesterday on my walk through the Dollar General lot
           I saw in the gravel beside the asphalt edges a
           brand new clock   A GE
 
White    Circular about ten inches across  
                                                                                                                         
Twelve roman numerals

Someone had pounded it with a hammer or a brick

It seemed no more strange than history
 
Batteries still in  
 
When I picked it up the hour and minute hands [green]
           fell to the ground but it was still ticking  
 
It bounced twice when I dropped it    Then I kicked it
           thinking I was a kid again   Kick-the-can
 
It felt great   I hadn’t felt that good in months   One kick

Months