On the twelfth we stole a stop sign
We hacksawed the loud bolts
near midnight; I held the flashlights
and watched for cars’ ghosts
It snapped and we smuggled it
home and it laid there
and we were bored again
On the fourteenth we tossed rocks
We aimed for the rails laid
for dead trains
Daniel had a stereo piping
tinny guitars
He hit ten and I hit six and
then we were bored again
On the sixteenth Sam quit the band
It was a damp ninety
in the shed
He left the news station
on but we turned it down
The instruments still
buzzed without their arms
He’d known a girl
who knew a guy who
So he drove to Chicago
And now we were bored again
On the eighteenth I went all the way
My blood came back to my body as
Her wheels laid echoes in my parents’ drive
I heard the mill over my own heart
I was bored again