Poem: Windswept

another membrane jump
no clue where I’m going
but better than where I’ve been
—can’t be worse, anyway—

I paid the time toll
to long lost scattered fans
work given away
free to a good home
from my head to your ears

I’d forgotten I wrote like that
and maybe I will again
in our new life
when we cross the border threshold
and go to Vegas
to be married by Elvis