cRedoughZalismo

reading struck blow by television in cubist slow-mo replay
Oswald fires from the book depository


there were people talking about the gutter again, trying to explain laughter
gutters outnumber streets two to one, unless it floods


i chewed on window sills as a child, it was a class in school
instead of recess, where they put the true believers


ever since they came out with progress there has been someone to say
“step-right-up, step right-up, hope found in bed with vanity”


there is nowhere to go when it rains, just places to stay
i dream of bigger cities, made large before the automobile


today… my… i remember… grandpa’s funeral, when he turned into a story teller who’d only ever dropped hints. his hat me wear some again later