Monday, August 5, 2013

multiples of multiples
i hold to the line
and race the spray
this instant claims identity
i am a sail ripped
a moving cloud
of airs
for the moment

james james james
you coulda been the One
the drapery
the churches, spires
the drones

there must have been something
not maybe in you
but those who marked
denied your family
the nephews, cousins
still living
relative to your brother

and i remain
still true, credit good
no one yet has stolen me
but your brother
who was he?

and were you Him
you coulda been