the visitation

by John Lorence

hours ago, in what is not yesterday,
before arriving in his moment of rage,
before being too shy was underlined,
before ripping and throwing what was
today’s newspaper
at the poor white wall,
shreds snowing upon a wooden floor,
before two men sat together, one in his
chaos place
with side of vodka,
and the other in his opposing safe
with side of whiskey

before b sides on vinyl played
before skipping to one particular song
before he blacked out in a spare room
and left
his belongings when he left