life spills

all the olivers in a row
stand sideways to dance
in equilibriums temple
of minds sordid past
greek emeralds and swedish mime
glazed temples of sweat
god being the gold
the letter missing
the familiar path left behind
in the snow flakes of being
blinder than binders sent from the shell
altogether distraught
what the hell
in the readers laughter
to punctuate verse
no wordsworth
waking up counters
the worlds tick and tock
showing up with spoons and forks
nothing to slather
ill have the leather
pass me the letter
unfold unrolled
ladders up
its a long one
disaster hit
too late for buns
you showed up
in the after after
leaving me before before
in townships harm
chapels fall
becoming igneous rock
unrecognizable
like you when you die
and the life of your spirit
is in the doctrine
is in the imagining.

denis streeter   11/19/12