Friday, October 30, 2009





Gospel of Renfield.




    "this space called peace"

acorn cap on my hood
the crackle of runoff
amber and pale webbing

curtains of pennies
the skies
the way back shattered

crackle of runoff
waiting for my turn to move


    "Dispatch from the Wordless Path"

i should sleep well
with this prosperity thing going on
and all
remember
to look in the lost and found
for an umbrella i can use
i mean i'm not now deployed
and so far the fire on all sides
has spared my wood shingled roof
O roof
i rent at what i've paid for twenty years
one day i'll come home
and ev'rything'll be out on the curb
such wind
as creaks my marrow
smell of woodsmoke
gray at the gray underpass

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