Letter Four - After Negative Portions –

(Beeping Trucks Obscure Infinities)

 

Sunlit feeling of eyes   just woke   slit-like

edges

of the cave   pre-dawn moon

half-empty moan

dreams of a good night sleep burnt in a cloud of devil’s laughter.

 

Telling the truth    some

time August is a bull-rush to nowhere

takes your sense    imbues it w/ views of Mars  barely worth the

effort to life a head up & urp out a few black syllables.

 

Before time

there was sanity     & bunch grass on bare feet

were you there?     Before

hours

there was life     singing nebulae

were  where  beeping  trucks  obscure all

infinities     like black before dawn     it’s all another facet of the

 

Slaughter   who tries to redeem himself w/ pies and collectibles

is green tea ice cream &

the occasional email from the noisy river.   The

silver hammer punches through all   leaving a

shimmer

at the sunlit edges of the August day where

dusk is a rumor

spawned by a devil laughing

by

the riverbank   made

wet by

river water streaming off the large black

dog

.

3:25AM - 8.04.03

(after Wanda Coleman)