26 September 2009

automatic

take this one minute against the grain -
wait for sparks or time's dull beat.
we arent heroes in the later branches or
floating beyond this or that ring.
bring the front style realm to
find our breeches in the last intact streak.
its automatic.

here, the vinyl sided dogs of left field -

will the speaker please yield?
tracking like doughnuts on the spoken
wheel -
desperation is a flirty word -
western floors and the cracking peel.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

what?

digidonny@yahoo.com said...

I haven't heard that for awhile!......your old friend, Don M