oblivious

all the waits forward
some signs of sight
sighing to be out
where the tempests bloom
beside the casket closing
not that anyone noticed
pushed aside waded through
nothing left
but the dry hoppers why
and the ink exposed
waving in the wind
kestrels of distress
while the by and larges
caught up with barges
histrionic cliche social studies
in the heart
living apart
spell checked
when wedding bells burnt the fire
shot the wings
some travesty of divorce court
counting twos by threes
no settlement
just that long drawn
out continuum
in life
bottom top feeders metronome scope
disinfecting your mouth your mind
just cold
all controlled
more out than in
and the staging begins
your smaller and wiser
sharp as a dull metaphor
matador met a door
walked through it
just cold
watching his oceans flow
some plank his eye pulled out
oblivious
to the known
in some unknown
understanding.

denis streeter  6/3/12