The scar of prayer between the half-
glass on the cup
er(r) while driving through concrete.
on the side-
walk on the wild page
left intentionally blank & the consistency of
risk is the system caught in a quest-
and there the sky parting
above the apocryphal gathering. Red,
the new red, is to black
as Monday is to the 11th hour. Look up
“who can play the organs
when we consume” with your archival ink
Day by day by day a sundial calls it
a day until a daylight's in need
of saving, or in need of a stranded shadow.
Let's call an effigy's muffled lilt
a sustainable suit. You &
a mined for parable. Let's call my career
a XXth century, which is to say a syndrome
careening to a palsy. “Rust
your missed indiscretions for once,”
she said to a voice-over as a subtitle
bleeds the white of a foreign scene on a half-second
delay. Let's call it a hostage on retail. A sound of sun
last season from a projector-light as a textbook
day. An anthology of a leaf
left with a life jacket & canned laughter.
Resuscitated line in each butterfly stroke spoken for.