BARKING IN THE STREET

1. ISMUTH

in 
the 
empty distance of sky

planes punch 
angel shapes
thru the cloud

ripped ragged 
crucifix shapes

that
dissolve into ismuths 

when
i
blink


2. TRAFFIC COP

thought-pops appear
with chrome and fins

in
the dust and tumble weeds
    traffic and white-noise

    of
  my
spaghetti junction mind

i kiss them
i keep them 
pull them over
on the hard shoulder

   sighing
   
   thanking feck
   
   that
   i 
   made 
   something today

3. DIVERSIFY !

it is not all gold out there

there is third-place bronze -

restored campers
or 
alien beasts
with 
coca-cola lines

but 
is it not all gold 

all the hatchbacks
are 
generic -
tax-pods repeating approved lines

and
i want ALL gold
       ALL the time on
       ALL the streets

       dazzle me blind
       with
       an
       imagination riot

       to help me dream

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