you blow through my body
you twist and turn the smoke in my fires
as they build into a furnace
of volcano ashes spitting
from this mind as I try to locate
seek out and find the meaning
of these moments
popping off into sirens
throwing their red and white
american flags
through the san francisco
fog with its dog parks
that stop and start
with the minds eye at heart
I am
not
the only
one to
part the waves of grain
the berlin gorky park
and the missionary's work
and I cant
find
and I cant define
and i cannot ever
care in the thickness of the air
if the sound of the
foundation
rocking
the memories
rocking the state fairs
saturated
with nascar shirts
and aerosmith concerts
special appreances of my youth
as i move through
the bloodstream of life
as its marrow flows
into the floss of my tongue
as it lashes
and bites int6 the side of my face
encaved
enslaved
by whips and whurs
crawling through space
deafening my ears

until i hear your voice
and the voice
crushes my chest
and burns in my arteries and veins
like a poison
shot into
the rioting crowd
telling me it wont work
telling me a revolution
elects a dictator

you are in my eyes
crawling through my retina
and coughing up necter
like a mother
feeding its young
the glaze of the eyes
the blaze
in my eyes
digs and digs and digs and digs
and digs
digs

digs
digs

digs
with the hips
swaying you
keep delaying
the

chalk
on a board
the truth so

close

quiet
and we erupt into
one and another

and call

the national guard

10/13/2005

Posted on 10/14/2005
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