Western DevolutionWatsonYour phone call caught me reading Scientific American. They sayevery star attracts a twin, too dim to see. Ours moves an arc-second every other generation -- out beyond the Oort Cloud, rustling among the comets-to-be, no tidal pull, no evidence beyond the second order effects, dark and faithful to ellipsis. ~~~ There are only the geese in the air and those beneath the sugar mill, arranged like an army of the mute: frozen mud, stubbled wheat. Above, a lancehead caroms off the horizon, returning with the same aimless determination. They say it’s a thing in their head and the iron hidden in Long’s Peak. ~~~ Two men meet in a cowboy bar, one bleeding from a razor cut, the other with his hat on backwards. Where’s the story in that? ~~~ A streetlight shines on the Sunday Times wrapped in green plastic cockeyed on the driveway ~~~ The moon is hubris. No sea to sway, a eunuch singing to the stone. Watson |