Kiss of Judas

[Buffalo Head '75]

The sun rose in the west
as the cars drove in reverse
down an endless highway
unlight by parallel streetlights

clocks ran counterclockwise
and toilet water flowed
as if below the equator
in a humid rapid
climax of
human emotion

betrayed like a sheepish
matyr kissing the cheek
of Judas
wanting nothing more than
the illusion of the sanity
of author's ridge

well written verse
of pose forgotten
from years of torn
calendar pages
that work in unison
to create a lifetime