20
new. Sit, and think, in this blue motel room nostalgia. Sit and be still, and still be, when the sun again
settles in.
When the sun again settles in down slender cold
halls of black and blue, I drift. A vision floats in
translucent greens; the movement aligns - who are
you? A sound: a mouth with which to sound; a
sense, in senses, to receive. I slip into : cold snaps
and whispers : a green film translucency disperse :
I sit
Everything has become too much and so it shall
become nothing,
as wondering - lost - in forgiving stampedes.
[Scene 2] Acid wash breath imparts new modes of
implication: Sid stands beneath a bleeding willow,
posing for a photo. The photographer - the writer forgotten,
Though, too, with forgetting,
Comes rapture,
Rewrites,
And treatments in prophecy
[Scene change bleeds in blue], :: Director found dead
I was fading, lost in mustard blues.
Two owls hover, staring.
One looks coolly,
one laughs
- in a tender
way,then falls asleep.
A solaric system
sits near, in a discard pile
of