needing a marching band
May 30, 2008 12:00AM
Current mood:toasted
lost in this threaded wind, arched and succulent streaming
dream, weaving grieving thumbling-strumbling whitewash
stream. so falling forward washed and whistling-dixie
whistling train-smoke wishing under wishes and bridges
and plumes blooming breathing liquid stranded unflowering
and landed, clean and smacked and puddled in littered
sandswept glass.
and when that brass band starts up–blown crimson glory–
i’m so totally there, blown-up together and stricken with
their flaming glory brass. eaten night sky, rhythm upon
striking knees, whomping pounding stretched skins
beating. and falling forward, breathing in strumpets,
strombones, strums unfolding. an so this nonensense dream
uncurls. more fulcrums, more littered love.
drinking drinking drinking, ah so it goes.