Above all others. Who drown.
In cement. Stuck in earth.
Clods. Hopeless. Arise.
A rumor. A mysterious stranger.
Alights. An appearance.
Talk of elegance.
The old days.
Who writes these verticals.
The lot. Held all time.
Together in its fences.
No one to see it. Go.
But it was. There.
Inside news. Locale. The page.
Did it hurt.
How can I. On TV. So easy. Yawn.
to the kids.
Slow. To go
Upon the open wave.
Oh so low.
Knee on wood plank.
Y: Blue turning grey over you.
H: I know nothing or why would I
Y: I'm the person
who is always asleep.
Y: I slept through it all.
That's what I'm telling you.
It is all radio & television.
I spy, we spy.
Knife blade tears spider web.
I had no. All the time. That way. Blank.
I must do it.
Did you read the drumroll. About the zim & zoom. Or for that matter
Outside too with faces & mouths. Are they singing.
Do it again on the page.
Listen to my music. It is 4 square. A building on fire.
It's been done.
Smoke. Light. Inhale.
Gets you. Out there. Where it's all
Sure you remember her. The one I told you about back then when I opened
the other end & Africa was there.
We weren't even kids together.
She comes from the other side. They all do.
We bought different goods.
No mystery. Just doorways. In & out.
Her face against the window. Waiting. In smoke. Gone.
I always ate Cheerios. Everything is turned into food. On TV you see it
Or the other one who patted my butt in a club painted black on Sunset
Remember those Captain Marvel annuals with the cardboard covers. I collect
anything made out of paper.
Never. She had a big nose. Wooden skin. Erotic. Purple sweater. Waves.
Hello. Goodbye. Nothing in between. I never touched her.
She shut the
door. Too late.
Upon the open.
Blue rags are what you get when you get there.
times new roman, serif