Normal Sentence

Sometimes, we need a normal
complete sentence.

I was in Prague
in November
where my simple verbs dissolved
in a glass of yellow beer.

There you have an excerpt
from the fourth chapter
of a story that is both over
and only a few more chapters deep.

Narrative, when distracted by prepositions,
has recursed into a cursed stance,
cured like an oversalted ham

standing like a shaved wave
without crest or amplitude

pretending that it will never know
which end is next to 
which beginning.