streaming

targets in the room
the dead drops down
open hooded tommorrow
drifter bent and cod tied
listening to the drifters float by
flooding the rooves of the sycamore trees
while the T's were left holding up the nails
in a bitten room with rust holding eyelashes
quick as a timbuktu but not quite as fast
never without sugar the chlorine count was down
colonel corpusal didn't know what to do
just went down the ranks counting off
with two by fours and rugs and screws
nothing left to do
just an orange on the horizon
and nothing to rhyme
shadows dipped colas behind screens
motion pictures went into hiding
down the grass root beds hunting for bugs
screens screaming for a cow and a calf
one and a half
half and half
then it was morning
coffee.

denis streeter 12/28/10