wrecklessly,                                 oh honey,

                        lambs and leopards are filtering through beats
                        counting in a time by eight, freely,
                                                             names coruscating;
           filling flashes drive the wings away,
           and there is a rhthym that our shadows keep
                                                             like missionaries,

                                      we take our troubles lying down,.


              in measures, proposed an offering, we skipped in origins and gods
                                                               tossing rocks down the clay-made shaft
                                                               to where the children slept:




                                                   knock it down
                                   to a lonely line, walking around
                                   to a fire drill like they know the shapes

   the times are buzzing with tides,        a wish shock for a cuban cigar,
                                               filled with seagull down,
                                               a playwrights' visions.



      there is something clear;

                                                                                                 violence.
                                                                                          in a shallow key.




                                          and now we're all long-faced

                                                                   and queer.