Tuesday, July 20, 2010

45*21

for 7/19/10

I get bushwhacked
it is by this time known
behind every alley there's another
The compass arrow in mid spasm
Then there's a break through
We turn into a moose shadow
It gets more blown up
and all proportion is lost
The Captain has no bearing
Is there any security
Some say in numbers
Some say "from their cars"
but he was thrown as the car was rolling
The embankment was deep
& the house was dark and asleep
We woke with the thud
The country road made a narrow round turn
The officer was in his commanding pose
Our thoughts unraveled into unknown anxiety
it was common to lose our hair
and swim in the cold channel

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