step tentative reverse, back into slippery alley, galosh displacement
like the waters of crossing by Xerxes, bridges floating, armies come
in step with melody, harmonic bones, yellow fife, moose offal drums
to map the city, in a novel of exploration, the cartographers theorize
and drafting tables are nudged into breaking the unbreakable window
against parody, against the charity parade, from where comes energy
did it belong to the weavers of dreams, did it scream at the snowmen
the drifters of plow inertia, banks of marshmallow down shellacking
a great river of oil spillage from pine timber pilings, thousands old
I will not be careful in the cold, I know its secrets like a family recipe
the courageous ground frozen after drowning in fickle liquid regrets
backward walking, turnstile dancing, look out for the demons in red
ghosts of unknown authors fixing ribbons to mosaics of typewriters
under a war-lost blood moon, I quit listening to her after firestorms
the sand cannon shuffling a mortar round's two-places-at-once part
call it god-like, a tremor of doctor-boxing, a daft dentist chisel point
a courier of girls named Ivy, a strand of antebellum hair in a comb
the foods of nothing, the pirates of plumbing, maybe mud wrestling
continue the chorus, strum the neck with bated breath, charm hook
censured by vice in presidential longing, dreams deferred to dreams
hang-gliders crashing so the cables connect to rock's-pinch, a noose
people fall apart, nobody knows the trouble I've seen, fought w/God
and lost, because of my low self-esteem, my extremes of conviction
my lack of comfortable disposition, glut of love of can't accept at all
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