something missing

echoes of nightfall move my speakers
down in the room where the cold rains
and the cellar leaks when the buckets dry
moling distance between empty and cold
just before the sandworm technique
and the offices went out
all party and no paint
nothing to catch and nothing to dry
just cellars of clean teeth
the sense to know better
when the leeks came
and the shadows shook
sure as a cornfield disaster
when the tongues cease
and the corn hopper cant
justice in two bright faces
the refrigerator door hops
and flees into the wings
just as two bones make a fly
and turn to light
let the capricorns decide
and mirror their dismissal
of the ugliness within
and the fairest present
waiting for when
i always knew
the sands of drifting were over
let the reels spin
when it changes who can tell
not me im the middle man
on the cloven road
only space will know
when i will cross the rivers and canyons with you
but that aint happened yet
and the metronomes are crooked
and ive missed a beat.

denis streeter  5/27/12