Eight lanes and more
hence begins maybe ends
Of distance dreams of
I slammed the dice
pitched the shoes
wired high, waxed laces
such as traces, clues hints
blues when I lose
elder thumb no kidding
goodbye right now twin
hand salute, through both
temples, Those ears were
gunned and nailed. Atrocity.
Ancient comes the suffragette
surgery preps, gauze, cellophane
eyes rolled back: alvederzane
loudly she asked: do you feel safe
when the door opens do you sense a
lurking beast? Salivation, red bursts
like flares against darkest night,
were your lower legs intact? How's
that bending back? You've a knee to
I remember. So the naming begins
with V. Now deaf and blind. Machines
that loud. A perfect, I suggest absolute
triad of vulchers high before the sunset
over the bookstore. And will they sing
you are my sunshine, my only sunshine.
Paraded bunting bikes, crew cut children, point at the sharply spiked obelisks, wars, how very
many. How far off? Momma would you say that circling-glider bird...what you say: loft? She snuggled the baby, curious what's it now? Pancreatic?
Momma: can--can--we get some ice cream? That must be his there...his--his--music Honey: they call it chime. The billowed clouds accelerated and you heard the roped cleat on the flagpole...