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The sands are moving
Smoother than sin
Under the ocean's unruffled blouse
Just sinking in
And the cowbells are singing
Animated as pie
Landlord of the fly
Strange as advice
That lonely goodbye
Bedford cheats and lonely cries
The crabs underfoot
Trimming my nails
Nihilist ails
As the trunks sweep my winter swim
Nothing out, nothing in
Just a few crabs crackin on by
Washing aboard some slippery pine
The elm left behind
The shedded boots
And the long tire rack
Mounted to boots
Under the ignition switch
Where nothing is stable
Sipping wine under the hollies
The holies bled in confessionals
And the teeter tightened the totter
Nothing more to express
Laughter under the bust
Public transportation
Cryptic when hand washing
Changing from sense to dollars to dimes
Opening up into steam, that translucent dream
Walls slide top to bottom not side to side as planed
Beach balls wait, watching their dreams
Onion skins cry for their interior
Posting bottle caps on the side
Streaming sands of underwater bait
Salmon wait before they jump
In dreams of eight
To tenticle their catch
Washing over captured cells
The rods left behind
The roads departed leaving sand
And dirt in their crab like wake
Storms brewed, coffee makers shook
That tingling under the skin our nervous fate
Dreaming sands of underwater bait
When joy separates sorrow and the last first
The bible shorts out and we go off grid
Lost in streams of rural ghettoes
Washing our toes with flint and steel
Hoping we catch fire
And someone will put us out
And let us in when we scratch the door again
Such children in captured cells
Wonder why we wait
Let's kill it all and find out
Passage through aggression
Let's kill it all and buy in
The whys of our troubles and the wheres of our life
The means of the lies and the cost of the price
Like some educator or politician to make it seem important
Or three times
Let's kill it all and sell out
Three times the denial
And the worrisome tabboo
That what we mean is what we do
Let's just kill it
The fourth time you know the charm
And what to do
Talk it through
And leave
Set it up
Parse it out
Do what you do
Reality dreams.

Denis Streeter  10/28/12