I’m looking at finding /a cornerstone that has not corroded/but went dewy with age./Other men rear their children/I have but myself./Morning brings on exits most painful/a radio brings on traffic news./AndI have been seen/ in traffic, seen traffic, /trafficked,aware of traffic.
It costs me a paltry sum,/who knows where it goes,/ moves out of my grasp/and doesn’t much matter./War games grow older,/they demand quick responses:/ they just aren’t there.
A man rests his weight, /on both of his feet/ his palms start spreading,/he waiting
for what’s lost to return./I need to but in a wrecking crew /with the end of a shovel/break into empire at any instance/ see with my own eyes my tubes and guts./ Motels teach their magic /lessons cut to the quick /they bury the timekeeper,
They’re the same as everything else and a few others.