I live west of this, and the current weather systems seem to carry most of it away from where i live. It's a good thing. When you drive by it you can feel the sinister nature of the thing, the vast expanse of industrial waste and pollution decaying everything, even itself.
There is a sense of death and loss all those lives stolen by windowless buildings, fluorescent lighting and the consistent inhalation of chemical fumes. It hasn't really been that long since the labor uprisings that were caused by places such as this, and just look! They're still up and running.

Vast as a Moment, Little tears

Dance round stones
leave loneliness to martyr
caustic effective
out to branches

Remember the prairies and the empty ones
they make names for clause and claws with names

A corner-post for missal
err behemoth grain
eye me not a moment
and then stay, stay
don't push me away when i leave
creosote and ashes
squeezing out like tears

Estranged Glands

phu phu phu
pho!
phu phu phu
pho!
harder than it looks.

The director enters
the room spins.

Why are you always catching me unawares?

the Dionysiac labours of man are never ceased
the cultish faddish colors and motions arise and are severed
with generational gaps
like a scissors noone can see

The wise are garmented in fibers no-one can tell.
The king's new clothes indeed.

Hear here
that the anti-fictional doesn't have to be coherent.
blabber is a language of children
and it makes sense, even if all it says is:
I'm Happy

Light bends and we break
Like Bends near the break
Like bends rising to the break
Bend before you break
Break at the bend
bend the break
break-bend
BRAKE
Bend

Everything Beggars a Question

Bum Seer.
need another.

over that counter remedies
that cause secondary issues
stress that causes all isssues
issues of old selves that are no longer mandatory, regulatory or useful.

pace back down the rain soaked streets of yesterdays tomorrow

we'll pick up ants and watch them sideline us on national television
with a disease we didnt bother to get because we're not fashionable

Take a ride
mystery
going no where
every
where

pace back through the click track
lapped up in mammary before memory
tacked up on walls of our history
permanent psychotic remembering
and
never forgetting

I just let the phone ring and wandered into the next room.
There he was on the console, looking smug, as always.
I barely know how to come down from these things, and
I certainly can't truly describe the up-draft, I say
to the empty air.

Lets float away
or not
we could just stay here
it would suit us better
lets live a life worth telling about
to people that will revel in the telling.

Ive gotten tired before, you understand.
It's not that I don't love life
It's that I didn't love myself
and now having realized THAT
I no longer have to search for an answer to much of anything.

Based on Being

We just fall back asleep anyway
they say.
I hardly have the strength to attempt a counter-argument
after what I've seen.

They DO just go back to sleep
or they only turn in their slumber
mumble and drool a bit more.

It is interesting to convince myself that theres a reason to go on living

every time i look around

whereas

that used to be the exact reason I wanted to divest myself
of all of this.

The First Sun in Forever

"my family", The Road, And 'take it...'

Argumentation

We dance and there is a feeling of death
that comes without creeping
it is the death of image
the re
newal
of the inside eye

Tell me of travels
o you troublers
or trouble your travels
on my door step,
whats the difference?

Make me a mean man
that way
i cannot feel so much
or so little.

We just want to be even,
remember.
remembered.

The breeze blows
and the light hesitates
before growing dim

1. & 2. The Working Man (before) and (after) 3. Child caught in the act of dishes.

More of the same roll.