That rock through covered
screamed, reddening silted bed,
Rivers flowed winters gush.
The moment on Sundays in rooms
eyeing walls, glazed,
Sugar sugar through the static, he sat
suspicious minds echoing her hall ways.
Never meaning to
8 track cartridge wearing Johnny’s boy sue-paused.
Apollo, plastic sat motionless
pointing east, man in moon.
Mind whispers flared inner nova’s
not in tongues
nor devils claw
but lightening bugs illuminations,
And the hooves
And the hooves,
corralling his silence, hearing volumes,
catching it in each tail strand swished.