specter of a thought
(walking from isle to aisle)
it came asking few questions
but left having provoked many
(so aware as to seem careless)
the man opened his mouth to speak
(he leaps across a mountain
of toilet paper)
and said nothing
still an imperceptible something
grew more tiresome for the committee
shuffling papers
twiddling thumbs
(Deli the sorceress looms
just beyond the
Great Wall of
Canned Corn)
settling in the air
a feeling, a substance
(the stench of death, he thought,
of burning flesh?)
perhaps the silence
said too much
the perspiration
aspirations falling out of tune
(his life, his journey
culminat
I'm thinking of
something that starts with a
bang and ends with
complete silence
communication ceases
when words are obsolete
yesterday was impressions in the sand
today the world got a little smaller
with the movement of a hand
seal the deal
with lips and tongue
prepositions
and
conjunctions
I can still recall
the days of postpositions
and life without a shred of
j u n c t i o n
I.
must maintain order
must keep these molecules
in a perfect, regimented line
lest the whole world fall
to tatters
II.
your eyes speak volumes
about the rise and fall
of man and his counterparts
parts of you I can't see
are hidden by others still
III.
fathers and their
Fathersons are vessels
to the past
to the ghosts of
holy wishes