I've seen my friend Taylor sleeping
mouth open sometimes, one time with a boner
Whenever I've awoken him, he has
acknowledged my presence immediately
and put his hand in the air
sometimes like a gang sign
Taylor is so alert
he could do anything probably
I can see him in a trench
adjusting his helmet, shooting a gun
I can see him in a driveway
raking leaves while it's raining
baking a potato with computer science
beating a dusty carpet
with a lamb's bone
installing a work of art
a giant foam pretzel
the star closest to the sun
a bitten straw sticky with root beer
rain that stops pouring
when I finally get home
