Whereforto Ye Wanderers

Whereforto Ye Wanderers.



Wednesday, February 13, 2013

across the dusty plains
of eastern kansas
and the slow rolling of the flint hills
i will turn on my tv
wheels rolling
slow inevitable
like a cat with back humped
against the night
slow guitar
creeping creeping
the inevitable revolutions
that translate woe
into the slow drama
of rolling flint hills.
....................................
and sleep,
 a long war
juxtaposed against kellys slumbering visage
blanket mountains
rolling slow hills of blankets,
and the darkness
and the darkness
and the reverberation
of thudding airconditioning.
 .......................................
the poor kept into their displace,
politics will creep slow
into the poem
into the thoughts
into the apocalypse
into the reverberation,
onto the internet
and the blogs
and the search engines
and the mountaintops of pixelated woe.
.......................................
somewhere in riverwest milwaukee
there is a language being spoken
of jarred loose doorbolts,
empty apartments
and stray dogs
that will make their way
past iowa
through the lowercase letters
of cold police batons
into the slick silence
of eastern kansas
that will one day
make it to colorado
only to be buried beneath
the last ocean.

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