Tag: Abendland (page 11 of 12)

the flow the scarper past
rivers red with bombast my
eradication plans did yield
a smaller grain a compromise

burst forth with sibillance!
scattered rayguns portray
the Jetsons at LAX fields of
traffic yielding to the dollar

scones with pearl jam or
cream (clapton) plays the
sorority blues grim dual
under-carriage wayfarers

underfoot buried seeds
bionic brains set to please
from the get-go go slow
like a gentle maple leaf —

yield.

I can hear Union Station pealing,
taking its constitutional in the
green mile mall. The siren has gout.
Speculation rises to the roof of the

Capitol. Liberty then falls, alas.
The ambassador’s ambulance driver
rides the whoopy-whoo for some
arcane reason – cf Dan Brown. I’m

making my own monument to
pole dancing: electric ambivalence.
Wireless hot spots. The Metro’s
early-seventies concrete glows.

Lights flash by the stage. Music’s
a genius. You heard it once; Iíve
been here twice. Donít all sirens
sound exactly the same anyway?

Red/stop hands reflect on the
sides of passing silver buses.
Who can now discern what’s
nuclear, what simply oil or pre-

digital? Ladders, elongated hopes,
quiet streets & busy boulevards.
With disregard for the French.
Speak slowly. Totally super is

this power struggle between my
own two hands. We drive coast
to coast, strung out, tour-tight,
alternating as headlines on our

double-sided bill: cash riders,
midnight sound checks, set lists
written in Texta across each
groupie’s breasts. No encores.

Pale-faced, never in control:
remember to cry; it’s a buzz.
We live, for then we die – or
did i hear that in some song?

Pillion, side-saddle, tempt
the verge: a highway’s inside
sources repeat the same old
symbols. Leather, road, light.

Death is short: only life
lingers. Maps of Pueblo design
evoke grander gestures, sigh
like oaks. She-oaks, Indians

crossing from our reversed
dispersal. Who’s that diving
in the river? Shadow him,
follow close ñ Shenandoah.