Silence…

Meeting gears clumsily detaching a man’s hand in the dust crunching machine of
an aspirin factory shift
Adding their glued open eyes to the good Reverend Pitman’s hard to find bird
head collection
Then, the dream trails off into long drawn-out conversations set in sickly lit
hospital halls and over cleared tables in office space;
About Workers Comp. and what the headache folks are willing to give up in order
to endure that today is the day that no one went bald
Today is the day that no one went bald
Today is the day that no one went bald
That today is…
There’s a brief intermission
They offer you money for love and a popular song
A lisence to pill and spare no expense in the supper with big Dr. Moon and Gun
The dream ends in an extended stay America Kitchen
You’re beating eggs, you look down for the wisk, you see a sealed off wrist on
repeat
Completely destroying the snowglobe and a day begins before and during next…
Between space heaters and constellations
And again from the bed with the boy in the absense of an absolute asprin
There watching you through your bedroom window, a winter bee slurs its legs on
a half-snipped sprig of barbed wire while you imagine page five gallons pouring
pink into the center of clouds
Or you
Or the other way around