Friday, April 10, 2009

dictation:



when

you i we

is are down

and life lives on

when when when

the mirror is clear

and buildings have

been blown aside

read between the

wooden cars

and the

glass shoes

and the

downside

directions

there is no

particular

faith faith is

not particular

believers just need

the streets cleared

fuck the interpreters

they can't even

enjoy the immensity

of their own work

not to mention

yours

keep up with

juggling lessons

climb the lower cases

you of of of me

a family

meaning everyone

and myself

Monday, April 6, 2009

no good reason


sweeping grey sand over

a round enormous dome

we drive with 110 degrees

of crushed out speed

we've ditched the car and

hopped aboard a flying rug

one wing for the druggist

and one for the hit list

we follow our uneven line

to a cracked body of

concrete, glass and water

tomorrow our wheels will

roll like mismatched eyes,

the left one paper

the right one pepper

bodies of small birds eye

five stomachs in flight

a glider of great ignorance

circles like a blazesmay rocket

a surprise comes

a massive payload of contractions

the engine goes silent

the red interior is exposed

without a roof or wheels

or a road or a life

with the exception

of those who stand

to bear witness

to the accident