oscillation speed

after the rock ninjas
   a drive home
  under snow-driven cedar
where quiet things play
   no instruments
  & no words will do
    ‘fucking awse’ is tried
   ‘really awse.’
    a man falls from a park bench
   a white puff like a gigantic tennis ball
    hitting a gigantic chalk line
   ‘what a shot,’ someone murmurs.
  a traffic light won’t change
    the man is clambering…

there will be dreams tonight
   oscillating speed & concision
  stages not built for us
    cabals like neon confetti with knives
  or the buzz of youtube
     virii. dew. gigantic
  oceanic highways claw our mounds
steal eyes from the aleph
    rape rivers rolled red
  roll in sawdust mars
    ripple temple recordings
    like rock.
like it was rock.
   all of it awesome.

2017

Pic: Wolfgang Reiner