Overpast

A dayman, I cover my eyes
Blinded by sunset and rise
Irony is an escape from history
Hook in my cheek like tongue
From freeways to buyways
Streets bisect streets
Two polar lamps in the lostlight
Parazeit and the master of collisions
Traces of the tangled timetrail
Like smears of tire on the tar
Weight of my weakness
In their weft
From freeways to buyways
Streets bisect streets
I’d read a dreadfull fall
Homes quaking on clayfeet
Parazeit, underparsed
Bypast and passed over
In the silted delta of streets
Down to crossroads
A bleak bargain was struck
A weak will was wagd
Parazeit hovers at history’s hind
A weak will
Wondrlost in infirm motion
Collisions, history’s knifeblade
Shears off the streets
What remains after the clash
Between them?
What remains after the clash
Must rise from rubble and ash
What remains after the clash?
A shattering of bone and glass
A dayman, I cover my eyes
Blinded by sunset and rise
Irony is an escape from history
Hook in my cheek like tongue