[Continuing my New Year’s Day tradition (2002, 2003, 2004, 2005)…]
Where did the past turn to reach today?
The rain taps an erratic drumbeat on the balcony
Blocking tendrils of answers held deep inside
Losing track on once-bright deadened paths
Sound bites on your ear
Epidemiology
Rash silver black rust
Singer asks the bus driver “Where does this bus stop?”
Bus driver says “Man, we ain’t going there.
No routes today, no maps, no passes, no blues.
You got to get off on getting on, you dig?”
“I got your message, amigo, bright and blue.”
Use the leap second
Fatten your ravening beast
Getting things done right
Where will you twist on the green plastic?
Out in the sharp vastness of the Icy Cold
The precision cannot be passed along though
The father uses the edge of his strength,
Substituting the illusion of the real
For a frail reality waiting on the horizon.
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