Black Water

Old grey vehicles grey sky lost grey skates at Bullhead Lake smoky ghosts of breath from my uncle's grey face. Of course this is memory and memory is a random diagnosis. My cousin hit the guard rail above the canal riding it on two wheels before tipping over into iced black water. Watching the divers searching for his milk van on a grey tv screen. Top stories. His corpse now as frozen as this turkey was just three days ago. Uncle guides the blade through the fibrous white meat. Independent pathologist. Grey deep memories of smoky ghosts. The whiskey is in the trunk. Ever notice grey Chicago in winter drinking Old Style randomly into iced black water pull over and get me some whiskey? Out hunting in the early grey dawn. Pushes me off the sled. Spread his cheeks and showed me his butthole. Snowing in the grey frozen photos in iced black water. Olives rolling off of the table. Crushing the silver ornaments into a grey rug. Bloodied dead pheasants in a pool of water on the wooden floor next to some black rubber galoshes. Old grey voices in the other room around deep memories around lost holiday tables. Summer forts are covered in snow now... The next year on a warm bright day a boy finds an old pair of rusty ice-skates near the lake.