grinding moments between-Friday 9/22/2006

These dreary words you sputter
snort and wheeze like
retrograde asphalt they
sting like forever dead fish
dropped butter dish
silent mother scream
aerosol exploding vagabond bastard
one-armed harbinger
slippery sidewalk ripped off
into vaseline sky like
backwards lightning.

Anyhow, forever is just a season,
and it all goes the way of
dodgy dreams where gaping holes
lead to far off places.

Dusty books
decapitated ducks
and Spring.