I can’t sir. I am not prone tonight to eat heaving and
Sounding out sloppy syllabic English.
Sisyphus gave blood I heard yesterday
Helping out our cause at the five and dime.
When outnumbered run faster, he remarked
Wiping his brow and tossing aside a bead from his neck.
Colors streaking and bleeding while
Ten Red Crossing Guards walking up hill
To deliver us to a corner. Each and every cell
Even the coroners. Then cohorts we went ringing
All their bells dying to laugh at elderly crooks.
Well, dear, didn’t we?
Of Main, 1st, Acme, Arapaho.
Why do you even know – tell me –
What neighborhood streets fired off,
Sizzled by before the funerals.
Our ages ranged then arranged ftom
Dead red beats and too, too orange ade.
Sleepless? Well, sleep less.
Circadian arcane rhythms in the nacht
Druumless beat Heartlad 3-1 but who cares
Becasue tonight its core cooled just enough
Down to the touch networked our fingers enraptured
Engraved in graves for the book of the years.
Picture us happy with Sisyphus’ Stoney strain
Upwards, shooting from frozen dreams
Bodies consumed by frequencies
And waves of electronic singing 180 miles away.
Off handedly I followed the paths of railway miles yet
So far the shofar sings in the deserted diner.
I traded a philosopher’s stem for water sieved
Through the mazes etched in the lime 0f aquifer stone.
100 year contract for signing away, singing and astray
Your dearest routes and longest Rights of way.