Friday, June 11, 2010

Rubble

Rattling in the peace less almost/afternoon
spangle the bodies and their engines
card/boarding patches blind
the intricacies of promise/downward causing
a stalled control/abstraction unsaid collapse
journey shocks\ paraded invisible
rubble surfaces \and at last forever
welcomes the beached atmosphere

The Current Stare of Affairs

It was a sound  way off on the green lawn A bank of birds A signature somewhere Like any line Might be my last I walked by the panzer tank  ...