dream in St. Paul, MN

-April 3, 04-

storm behind stones
horizon falling fast
running backwards

halls narrow
shoulders rub
ears burn, smell rubber

the penalty for love
never skinned knee
nor two, lose of limb

grin for the undertaker
his lean daughter
her pleasant pie eating mother

jingle, jingle aborted
shard of parking lot mercury vapors
graze our flattened faces

us in two places
us of turtles
me are you and you are me

upstairs copulation
noisy floors
could of done better

buck fifty coke classic
across whore hall
bills slip in easy, 4 bits as easy

off the bus route
gawk at the pickets
howl at sympathy