Friday, February 16, 2007

Sacred Overpass

Glint. Gum. Crown of debris inhabiting the turrets

Of locomotion. Finally I can spot the wheels of the train

In a rumble of light, deep wobbling pressure

Like my bowels, sweet and prolonged

But drawing near like storms at sea, veined

Of marbled as the jewels of heaven.

Dizzy exhaust is my cup of wine, over

Dispatches of the street, the bus and delivery

Connect inside my heart, its sponge

Of canary light now garbled in the announcers

Teutonic revenge, now rippled off the Metro

Pausing on its quest to let me join in her flight.

My end of the world is a wandering heart.

What luck: the Sports page.

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