Sometime

It won't stop
Like the fizz in a soda can
or the fly zapping spit
from a high tension wire

It won't stop
Like a bass knob broken
on the tube warmed voice
of a bygone broadcast

It won't stop
Like the oversized shoes
on a laugh abused lover
in the center ring lights

It won't stop
Like the bell lashed ankles
of middle-aged morris men
complaing of their capers

It won't stop
Like the prayerful parents
of midwestern well fallen children
waiting for firemen to speak

It won't stop
like the sweet warmth
of a waning winter's moon
fading now in my memory