SO this is what my fair 

                                    share looks like, the dog 

                                                said to the fence post 

            on a long quiet afternoon 

                                                in the first fifth
of another century 

                        labeled “take
                                                what you can get” 

Here are a number
                        of ways to squeeze a penny 

                                    down to
                                    the dirt of its particulars 

                                                            as a reminder 

                        of how exactly the soul

boils away 

                                    when we listen too long 

                                                                  to the mouthpiece           

                                    fitted over the interior work

                                                                             of new downtown construction 

                                                all of it glistening
                                                even on a Saturday 

                        with the sparkly stuff 

                                    that the Head of Divisions 

                                                            likes on weekend birthday parties 

I wanted to grab 

                        a quick clear instant 

                        and take it up inside me 

            until my eyes were one with the sky 

                                    --not a bit
                                    of dirt on the instrument-- 

                        The thing is though to make it do 

                                                            even when electrical grit 

            clogs the last free American airwaves