Absalom

It’s a day of dark birds dashing across the sky.
It’s threatening rain, and the wind has come.
It has come and it has announced its presence.
It’s whistling Dixie through the window sash.

I’ve been telling lies to everyone I meet. I’ve never
Spoken a confirmed word. Do they add up to anything?
Not on your life they don’t. Not even the woman
With her braid caught in a branch believes my nothings.

I go through the touchless car wash. It’s storming outside
And I’m getting wet. I’m naked and blind without my glasses.
The brushes whisper my fate. I am to congress with the infinite.
The water traveled a great distance to drip down my ass.