Colliding Feathers

colliding feathers
      waning significance
            door slams
                            shut
                            lost
                                        in the loop
                                        of where
                                        crisis
                                        on top of
                                        despair
                                        reigns

“over here”
      she cries in disbelief
      in the shadow of
      lumbering statues
      with no end in
                            sight
"by here & by the way &
      bye-bye”
      she adds without
      the benefit of a cross
      to bear
            carried into a
            timeless                         history
                            nothing can
                            ever be the
                            same as
                            long as nothing
                            changes

she hinted
   at
            despondency
            frozen to
            face the crowd
                            of milk
                            white arrows
            upon a palm
                            of a hand
                            of a dream
            wherever pages
                            crinkle the so-called       nature of       the so-                   called

she then as before split carrying pumpkins from the moon meanwhile a spit take maniac appeal to the rich to shut up & give us all their money so we don’t have to take it by force (which we will)

                                    bearing
                               straight      tho
                        losing      one      engine
                        at a time to the                         chug
                              chug                                     chug
                        of a close-up & in between

“why”
      she asks
                  “did i not learn
                  to be more aware                   of the present &
                  less preoccupied
                  with the future?”
                                            no answer                                             is a kind of                                             answer                                                   just as                                                   nowhere                                                   is a kind                                                   of a place                                                                 flower                                                                 flower upon the wall

over the head
near the kitchen
like a fence knocked over
& abandoned
in radical
           steps
in egoless
           blushes
                      time
                      after
                      time
                      relates
                      part
                      the
                      melting
           of a face
                                   &
           the aftertaste of
           a less than.

Errors Between Memories

errors between
memories

a transparent
crush
the gown of disapproval

then the impossibility
then the cries whispers

(rejoicing?)?