HARUM UDJUM VEE RO: NORTH WINGS

subjects are eager
to lay on the day of fins
to burn from splintered pine
to blind themselves
with fishing line

they sit in plastic bulk
on circles of measured grace
temporary, extraordinary,
eating the japanese steak

so drown in a chlorine pool
drink the pee pee
bump the lane divider
with your hand
talk to your friend after school
the one who plays in band
he's ready to tie the fools

a spiral of bone
a gangle of nerve
wrapped in a curve
hewn by the blurb of man
my skull was squeezed
by tongs and pulled
others strain to make
what I just am:

the cradle of life and mark
a ladle of pills
served in the dark
the thump of the heart
as the explosion starts
our light convenes
our voices bark
to cry the guns
and board the arc
that leaves at dawn
through the prism sphere of day
oh remains,
our past shall part