Dec 18, 2006 11:35
Where
Your visions pass me
they promise me
condemn me
to urban villages
and cornfield cities
where
electric stars
dot smoke stack mountains
and barren seascapes
harbor schools of fishes
Their natural montages
show frame by frame
where
children
their children
my children
our children
were raised
are raised
will be raised
where
nascar moms
and soccere dads
paint cream pickets
and fence nuclear homes
A blink and they're gone
done promising
condemning
done existing
for now.
Star Airplane
I wish I may
I wish I
.blink.
might have the chance
to wish, not think.
Transplant goldfish
bigger bowls
to grow into their feet.