Overboard

Writing while the fires went out
Two by two down the street
Down where the effigies grow
Overboard in the sattrap sun
Sattrap neutral dimpster dived
And all the laughs the lips could find
Overboard
Talking the answers that would not hear
And the reasons that would not reply
Stamping out the folds the abysmals left behind
Rehydrating kites in the gates of winter
Waiting for the shoguns to arrive
Just before the nymphs of noon
Craftware crockery peace for sale
And orchestras tamed teutonic tunes
Plates for awakening dimpsters of fools
And the calls lapsed leaving trains waiting
Fooling the trees that would not arrive
Leaving orchestras tincturing tunes
Into the waves just before the silence
And the roar

Denis Streeter 7/31/11