Monthly Archives: December 2008
they opened the drain in the sky last night. and so goes the time away into a series of wires and machines and we make cookies and set them to cool on the table in tiers. it is the time for cheer and wonder. we are some-eh-what bless-ed things, even in this failing market. even in this weather and under it. here’s to your house, may it hold you in its walls like a soft-spoken mother. and when we see each other we can say we saw this, too.
placed into a bag, the light decided:
happens are for loose knit cloth, clotted art
the fangtoothed. keep it beneath simple
and the newspirit, printed. a major
chord for the celebration rang out, the ladder
continued its step upping. we are minors
with the -er replaced in our lungs, a trade out.
and the river that runs through town
hides its water beneath a cold hard face.
a sky ripples the same and we’re beneath
all of this even. numbers and copypaper.
ready for endings, the source of local news
had its glowing head turned off. the ball
that drops is little and full with bulbs.
people looking up into their hearts. are hats.
hours. ‘r’-s, ours. fangled.
I’ve been frantically gathering papers to send in the mail to people I don’t know. What else is there?
I dreamed a vortex
of starlings last night. Open
the drain in the sky.