Archive: II

                                    II

A Man In A White Transporter Van Sneezes
And Doesn't Crash
Yet Someone Is Flashing These Buildings
Blue And Blue
And Junkies And Junkies Piss Street Corners
And Drink Jerrycans
And The Old Homeless Pole From Poland
Is Gone Home
The Rest Of Us Are Being Featured In Some
Spanish Kid's Photo
So I'm Going Under The Arches And Going Over
Twelve Cent Bridges

To The Spire That Gets Way Too Big
During The Nightime
So I'll Look Down To The Student Rivers
Of Crushed Milk
Until Outside The Church Somewhere Between
Work And Home
You Know I Ain't Seen A Single Old Lady's Walk
Through Them Doors
Then Again I Never Had Time To Follow
God Nor Them
I Walk On For The Scaffolding About The Steeple
Is Falling Down

There Might Be Too Many Thistles And Yokes And Thistles In My Salad

CK