All of us wonder

About defective lines

Sure things, mother may

I

I'm not for sale: this

Is Mr. Chubby Cheeks

Silver coated, lumpy

Over-wrought. These

Washes. Over me

Mr. Soul Train

These brains

Wreckages all

Aglow are after

All just pictures of rubble

Shit and piss paintings after

Dinner pictures, of

Arms bundled up: I am

Weeping for this at this

Time. Say: what wonders

Left is it of half brains

On film: left-overs

Safety in places where we

Only have the combinations

And know right away

Seeing boxes of dirt in a wooden skeleton network

Split-screened because

It is bigger than eyes

Can take in

It is a matter of perspective

From green immensities underground

To world-sized canyons yawning

And ships. There it is

I wasn't listening then where was

I then - overheard oh yes

Like the window I flew by

Seeing the man piano"¦step

Up bodily on the notes rising

As music then.

Gone again. So

Let's see about

This is right up my alley, isn't it?

Wonder am I sometimes less than

English boy

Like an inch worm

Slow, too slow they say but

I am that way, over there

Seeping into the ground

As your mind erodes

Yesterday is too soon, we

Are enough of it anyway

I don't care about making

Sense, sense can fend for

Itself (there are lots of them

Making sense anyway)

Horses? I don't want one

I don't want to own animals.

These the sounds

Of Tuesday rounding out

Turning in on itself roundly

How about backing up

To the boy toy rapt in barbed

Wire. Jello boy is right

Where I started.