For A While Now

Pills spill into the blood
and take effect
so slowly you forget
about them.
The metal clip on the rope
for the flagpole collides
repeatedly into the metal
like a church bell
where you wouldn’t
want to hear one.
Radio voices mutilate
the silence with their falsehoods,
and the droning loud
commercials in between them.
They distract each other
from all of it with their bodies
arching blue sparks
in between them,
and the day stretches
out so long but feels like no
time passed at all.
The early flowers
are crushed back into mud
by all the glassy rain,
but grow back
as an echo of those
broken days.
The brown pond water
chops against itself
and all the ducks
prepare to fly away,
but I think that I will stay
here for a while now.