building up a tower
stone after stone after stone
electric cranes of magic
stagnation kills the sense of music as words go rushing mechanically by
i look for the answer
questions bombard the valley in endless napalm profusion
and you sit there in peace
writing the music of calm
gentle as the rising sun
images rush around in my mind untamed
refusing to obey the dictates of language and form
the dog sleeps in the afternoon sand
the bus stands silent and abandoned on the street
engines refusing to roar
life goes by unheeding
the sun shines down on the all tolerating tarmac
i lie on the street smelling the tar melting


a plane flies across my mind
visible only after its gone
leaving its mind dazzling streak of afterburn white right across the horizon from left to right to left in transcendental supersonic fury
i jump from my roof
discover i can fly

the shell of the spirit left behind
like my snake
sloughing off her skin