Dictation

Still the wakefulness
Still and done
Under the sun
Where the crabs dry and the clams bake
You came
The woman of none
Dressed in whistles
When the old fish light went out
And came the buzzard storm
Full of whiskers and lies
And sizes and cupboards
When the rain came
Too soft to grow
In the animal change
But I don't know
Soft as a toothpick bigger than a dime
Round and round
It didn't hurt to catch up
But it hurt to wind down
Too much empathy hormone
And love where you go
You're wearing me out
Your wearing me down
Cups and saucers wait
Shingling to do
In the unconcious morning
Census takers
Check for worms and elbows
Watching the OJ snore
Yawning in the wind
Tapeworms and footfruit
Indentured servant
Your my lie
The laughs go fingering
Not up to me
Keep crying the foot bridge
And the tools it leaves
Crossing the other side
You might suspect
The wills greater than the means
And the torrents
Lesser than two evils
One went out to town
One stayed in for breakfast
And the fast was slow and the slow was fast
Dictation
Under the moon lit sun
You shot my dictator
Laughing
Fast as a dance slow as a curtsy
And the tools left the fireplace
Quietly as they let in
The crossing guard suspect
The watchers within
And the toys played
But not with me
And not with you
Arranged like dominoes
All fall
Seasonal outlook
What's your disorder
Camphor and flies and sin
Gather in
Play the harmonica
Stop
And listen.

Denis Streeter  9/19/12