a cloistered heart windshield/ s the weather in turn we graduate weak soldiers into bubbly corpses gambling w/the hereafter as if it were the 5th season rope-gathering birds assasinated by the undergrowth tinted decisions / all blurry & watery & bridaled a sequenced onyd or off it as far as thrown from a horse or wild-pitched moment contained in this toosweet cup - o' - java & ytame stitched to presnant idols - racey photos if photos could move epochly the way they already mercilously speak the eyes limbs will reason a brilliant yet teasing look into the bottomless flatness a still life letter aiding continuum as mouth shapes loops of deadly fruit & apologies visceral pumping valentines a stranded bride storm train schedules & bouquets monthes sliced thin by the burden of age nails thru the serpent's head
last night mother barked at me head bare an unrelenting animal breathing in the stink of the streets & babble exits & lazy wildlife guided by a series of misleading clues i can only guess how awake these heads of state are viewed from the back here amongst the fish tank's bubbling oh sewing machine mend my torn yet seamless innards. steve dalachinsky nyc 10/30/05 at cloisters cafe
