Sunday, June 09, 2013

The Loop

What to say.  That
I've given you
to say.

The daylight falls
the night is ripe
with wildness.

In the corner
of the yard
morning glories

unfold.  Under
the canopy
under a sky

you certainly
share.  The
line is still down.

You’ve seen
the same lakes
the storms

forming over
the plains, the
tornados, the snow.

It’s no
longer the case
I know not

your face,
the fate you chose
to hack out

where the sun
don’t shine
& the buildings

are monuments
to Moloch.  That
is all.  The Loop,

the Silversmith
Hotel.  All I know.
The crack of trains.

 The phone
 As a dial tone.

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