The pieces intact

The rhythms rolled
Out lagoons into tunes
The head played 
Over the oceans grove
Spinning for cover
Where the canyons run deep
And the souls flee oceans
When the towers spin 
And lagoons spit tunes
Just when the laughter stops
As if it weren't there
Where the wash tubs end
Hitching a rhythm the ride left off
Reaching under plates for some old cartoon
But the cartons were leaking some sea in a sieve
Leaving Lear on the lerch
Over the remainder building, nothing left
But ladder sliding sleeves
When the laughter stopped
Startled again
Some species unmixed
Some glaciers unmelted
Some glue for you
The pieces intact.

Denis Streeter 8/21/11