LIBRARIANS DOOR

 

stack the words up
like the hotchpotch tower
of an ambitious sandwich

like a babel

a babble

a coiled telephone cable

& watch meanings mutate

& gel & set & flex

in the trades & westerlies

baggage abandoned

at 

the librarians door

THO DEATH HAS NO DOMINION IT STILL STICKS ITS BLOODY OAR IN

 

death is a bad fact
& blunt
like a sperm whale

&
fate is a river of silt
with tent city banks

& echoes have teeth
& the past is litigious

but no matter that

that world is gone

CHEKOVS AMBO

an ambo 

with blue lights 

but siren quiet

pulls up 

in the street at night 

& foreshadows 

the stories

of us all

 

ROSE TINT

the president of the united states
that clean cut charmer
is laid back & logical
& sane & healthy
& vibrates with integrity

in this movie i am watching from the 1990s

hollywood is such sweet escape sometimes

~

& i get it now
how the oldsters

get attached to their stories

why not
watch the glass people frolic
in their 2d sun ?

in the face of decrepitude
blunt loss
& the smoking detritus of nuked dreams

ON FARM GAS

i had drifted 

into a lighter

version of this world

where my headache
was a golden hologram
up above my crown

& intensity

crept in but politely 

via the open back door

~

freedoms
strange
twilight
tastes of ghosts 

like nostalgia

but with a seaside kick

& that kind of chemical metal tang

like blood would 

on a hot gun