process of elimination…double cross pointed signs…
hard of hearing abstractly absorbed 90 yr old grandmas …
drum symbols signifying polyrhythmic beats,
two fingers tapin tablas superimposed stoplight to nowhere…
fictitious reality believed…
tight grip black railing misjudged…
becoming hungry changes
to frostbitten fingers of motherless mothers
process of elimination,
winter is summer for constipated eaters.
O lost humanity circling the hollering streets,
do you still hear voices repeating empty declarations?
while high above vengeful falcons mate with winged butterflies,
while non-violent assassins reload their rusted guns with rain,
while long expired voices sputter loudly,
then softly,
then return to nothingness.
St. Louis, 1973