Many Michigans Ago

I didn’t understand why they didn’t see it

I noticed their confusion one day

One morning with a snotty nose on some

Michigan avenue.  Waiting for the bus.

This was the truth obviously

Smack dab in front of your face

Bitterest cold up your nose and someone’s written

Hello backwards.

My eyes were open, I couldn’t understand

Where they were looking.

I dropped my pants.

I gripped the icy metal crowbar.

I spat sand into their faces.

I threw my bike off the breakwater

So I’d have to dive to the bottom and fish it back out.

When the time came I turned my eyes to the sky

The moon shimmered and glittered

In my little black eyes

I was a sauna rolling down a hill

I was obviously naked.

I sniffed out the cement and the broken things

There are grass bridges

making walkways across highways.

There are places you can’t get to the other side of.

I’m in charge of finding those bridges… I’m on bridge brigade.

This is obviously the most beautiful thing I will ever see.