too hasty to change card to cash;
railroad tracks stand in, a substitute jury.
too haphazard to dust off liquored patterns;
all considered halfway there, least tomorrow.
cold empire, walls of neon grey or
harsh reeds, scouring amber country...
decisions made by mortals are forever impermanent.
phone calls don't disrupt (unlike other serials.)
a chicken chucked to sea;
foam and feathers travel as ghosts do.
newsprint: "ATTENTION"
my possible is their truth.
one heavy to each, idioms reaching through signs and
the bookstore brings no solace to crowds:
the masses without phylogenies to
phrases like a religion.
YOU ARE READING
NEW HEARTS & COLD SEAS
Poetrywhen they seek you out because they know they can, because they know they can get away with it - anonymity is your friend.
