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I.

Perhaps it was just the lighting

it seemed I crumbled-- right there,

in the light stain in the corner,

light all over me, light over my whitened

skin but now I am unable

to linger.    Must go.

Ever since The Crumbling,

the constant electric inside

makes me
want

to kick : it is the medicine

and yet it still is.
I am high voltage

and there are many blinks.

You probably dont get it,

but anyways,

II.

the boredom kills me.

For example it's a day my tights are warm

and striped and blah blah  

anyway. The day drips

slowly-- drop; drop

in the sink of the day.

How slow the day

is, how bored

the cows--

I know the icicle dreams, Earth

I know the icicle dreams, Earth  

The trees' leaves are tongues of labradors--

flicking in the wind, little tongues with nothing

to say. They are listening tongues.

How many of us are there, pray-dreaming like this?

I know the icicle dreams:

I know grandeur and wishes, in every,

 dripping drop.

To Metaphorically and Literally Drive like a Trucker *

 To Metaphorically and Literally Drive like a Trucker *

drives, always

the sunrise, always

the sunset : different scapes

without a hat on, mountains

with different names. Drive like a trucker

drives, naps in the birds eyes--

snake of the wreck pile-up.

Drive at night when meteors,

drive so you burn, so, at times,

speed outside/still inside.

The road is your frame, when

the music's not playing

you live in the whooshing.

At the stop, you go

to their offering of numbers.

They give you an 1188

you wait to hear

called so you may

become clean : you wait : you

look at magnets : you put

a quarter in the stuffed animal

machine that gleams fluorescence--

the clawed spectacle drawing you in,

the light on your face as you

get closer to the bear you

will try for, drawing you in

as the fields draw you, in

whose arms you so want to be

taken, you are so often

moving like wind.

When they call 1188

you're alive and loosened over time

as you peel the clothes

from your body : your skin,

you realize is precious and scarred

and the hair on your shin reminds

you of your immortality.

You are naked somewhere in the middle

of Nebraska. A spider on the ceiling

is watching the hot water hit

your back and it's almost more

than you can bear.

*with gratitude