Whereforto Ye Wanderers

Whereforto Ye Wanderers.



Monday, July 4, 2011

(milwaukee)-sitting soliloquy #2

I have no setting for all this

Blurred visage of a day

Then two days

Sleep-the-clock-around

Dream of an incomprehensible home

In the ditch of romance

A drowned rat in the sea

Head trauma

The thin tapestry of everyday danger

We wash up on shores

Pile carpet bombs on the last frontier,

The people under the stairs

This will come together in tidal waves of blissful disjointedness

Living through whatever ambiguities

Down the hatch loose my mind

Through the funneling vortex.

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