Flowers of Rad
I want to write a poem as long as California like lying on a couch forever as a serious man takes notes on your dreams in a little book maybe I mean I want to talk forever but is there even a difference anyway like my uncle who went walking and never stopped or that day on the LA Freeway when a horse got loose, people freaking out cars honking and skidding and me and my sister rooting for the horse who I still imagine, 20 years later trotting around the LA Freeway a living argument against time as people drive right past her without even noticing a horse she keeps on, at home in the gridlock a phenomenon in the smog we want to think she is looking for something but she is past panic now content, her heart a part of that freeway unaware that I am the one telling this story and in this version no one listens to anyone’s dreams and that couch is the one we broke off on while your parents were gone blood on the cushion which wouldn’t come out no matter what we tried so we gave up and just laid there, sweating in the bliss of thinking nothing and somewhere a startled horse is not smashed by a semi on the LA Freeway on a summer day in 1988
Sampson Starkweather is the author of PAIN: The Board Game (Third Man Books, 2015) and The First Four Books of Sampson Starkweather (Birds, LLC, 2013). He is the founding editor of the independent poetry press Birds, LLC. He works for the Center for the Humanities at the City University of New York Graduate Center and lives in Brooklyn, New York.