-aftermath-

the winding
two-lane country road
ends in violence
at the trunk of a tree.
nothing’s remembered

and everything’s moved

to another space where

occupancy is transformed

redefining its bones.

––this is due to a fatal car crash

at the junction of Routes 177 and 6.

––tonight, they "Beat the Clock"

at Alhambras Bar in Westport.

doors open at six.
––the first hard drink is full-price,
the second is half of that, the third's on the house.
the bar is busy stamping the backs of its frantic hands.
the clock stops beating at nine.
––last-call bell rings out

at morning's earliest hour, and driving hard

on 177 at the junction of 6, the dashboard radio's

romancing fever-pitched:

"Be-Bop-A-Lula".