Monday, April 20, 2009

Etiolation String




Methodology: written by way of text message to email during a walk from the regional rail line to the house, in the middle of the night, all silent in the residential.


1.

Love was underneath the bite
of a barrel plain.

2.

The white curtain of love
billowing in the rocking boat
could be cut with spatial scissors,

while time held back,
a collapsible current
rolling in the deep.

3.

The wave came in fast
from way out west.

Dorn's world.

There were a few skeletons
hanging on to the verandas
(painted red like lumber
distribution centers
in the old coast where
we claimed to come from.

The fingers of bone
latched onto the railings,
carving and engraving.

4.

Since we're on the subject
of the fifth dimension, let's
remember each block is too long
a cavalcade of chasms and homes.

Stasis.

Home. Yeo. Stasis.

5.

The real fortunes of summer
are being handed out
by the Champlost man
walking his grill near the curb
during the 22nd hour.

6.

Love is urban decay
and bag fluttering
and empty lots
waiting under
the blooming trees.

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