so i feel able to distill an image of

fences -

weeds / oblivion / drinking

sewn-up costumes

without heroes in them stitches & all

wretched broke wood guitars & singers

without their songs


cassius clay fighting nimbly

rotoscoped

into a thousand sand shutter images

of a man falling witless to the mat

repeating his own name or any name

swinging to the fences

05/11/2010