Hunting

today the day is hunting me. watching me walk into its thinly disguised trap, such an unexpected happenstance that happiness happens by chance. don't stare too long or it will take you, too. i wanted to sit in some wet grass & i wanted into the closed computer lab & i wanted to buy an out-of-print bukowski at the library & to the guy who dropped the ceramic mess, running away i wanted to say "you dumb *******, you almost broke it!" but he hides better than i & i'd only find myself betrayed, lying in the face of some rooster crowing yesterday's success in killing & dying & lying on a tray waiting for something to come spilling out, everything dropped & ran away from & sewn up empty i might manage to drop my own, run away & hide inside myself until the next day's crowing comes calling another name i've known.