Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Never let a computer take a part
it is magnet not material
melting minutinity
the mental product of billions 
 
legged pests swirled around his ankles
headache of six pills
white haspel suit reflection
thinking  sharply of a girl
the sand burning his feet
and the day ahead
money
he stopped thinking

The maserati was scratched
caked leather
sure he felt a part of everything
sure he was grateful to his parents
he blamed them less than god
or creation
whatever left him with these mistakes

Escaping by  liquid exit
into not nonfiction
not knowing enough
what others know not

Leafs on haydn
B fifth
in the bombing
a cheery anthem
for the islanders
or war in peace
by skip spence
ahhh

‘Death, the old captain’ is often helping to weigh anchor