no flex in twilight


I ramble so hard
      I can do it
               in a chair

               riding on
         the high places
               of the earth

        as the center
        maps exactly
to the perimeter

       I just keep on
holding my choke

I just keep shaking
        my masterpiece

        it’s all going
                to be night
from here on out —
I like it. It’s all
        good. good night —

Buck Downs creates poems as postcards, stickers, voicemail, and other author-published ephemera. In 2017, Furniture Press Books published a selected poems, Unintended Empire. A native of Jones County Miss., he lives in Washington, DC.