45*21

for 4/22/10

I was just falling trees
My heart always thumping
And I think of your disappointment
the gravel truck along the gardened streets
little trees break through the pavement
They are just breaks in the clouds
My life just interrupted
I landed in the middle of it
All snake bite and busted been there
A witness to that something
Just looks like anything
So just home is where I sleep
Slate of cake white dreams
A checkbook in flames
Something is slowing
a fat chaga on a skinny tree
It is Spring and people inside divide
Some of them are looking in
and fantastic day, but for me
that what holds all is telling
the dark stranger to remain anonymous