FROM ONE TO

The mood of this place was desperation streaked with confusion.
If one were to rate it on a scale of 0 to 10. One would say gross.
Two would comfort that one in the mall as these thoughts were purchased.
The store signs would flicker. No one would notice. This was progression.
They would stuff recyclable bags with outfits that cost a lunch.
Loaded mini-vans, running on unleaded, would take every one home.
Skipping over sidewalks with cracks in them.
Onto driveways with cracks in them. No one would notice.
Two would silently explain it as a trick of light. One would nod.
Even though the explanation wasn’t to one. It was internalized.
The best and the worst things always are.
One’s place wouldn’t seem nearly as deserted.
The plastic covering den furniture and mothballs would be taken away
bunched together and left in the garage until winter. Spiders would creep
over with silken bellies. All colors of them would spin homes
in this bunched together plastic with so many angles and smells.
It would eventually become littered with exquisite corpses.
A new season would come but every one would still think the same.
And every one wants to become a two. Every two would like a half
that grows to a one. Even if it is snatched off the lawn and distributed
at family functions around the table with mashed potatoes, asparagus,
maybe the desert. It is country style and that one needs to be tasted.
They always do. The meal dusted off, one would sneeze up the afternoon
everybody covered their face. Even a dusk mask couldn’t stop the future.
Soon notes were taken. The symphony of this community relied on one’s notes.
Certain sprinkler systems sputtered gutted water. Two watched.
It is so sunny that all action ceased. Even watching broke one down,
so one’s two went out for fruit juices blended into ice.
Every half told a story to the whole yard as it scrambled around
cloud monsters. The dead grass going yellow. The entire moment melted
around the mouth of a whole half. It was the fuel dried in caked mounds.
Clouds disappeared. No one noticed. Instead every one’s family took a picnic
on the dead grass down in a park where picnic napkins ended
up scattering the ground. It was a collage. Every one winked.
And most winks extend and whole days passed. The desperation can’t hold.
Though every one wanted it too desperately.

 

 

 

VONN GILMORE

vonn gilmore has had some college.
the sum parts mixed him up like modern media art.
he explains actions with verbs. describes things with adjectives. nouns.
when that doesn’t work, the darts are thrown. shoes. oh my god. shoes.