March 2, 2012

loose change

video

woebegotten were they
swimming in a vestibule
like
tadpoles drunk with youth
unaware
of shrinking tails

and

disintegrating
plaster.

this is living.

a wishing welled up

ancient alien coins
stacked and stucked
bewitching
rusted 
voodoo

squiggling
and wiggling
into now
what is
what was

my goodness!
they ripened
like fruit

leapfrogging
big eyed at the sun
toting aching hearts
reaching
still.

oftentimes
grabbed they get
by
that 'ol scent
a damp weight

dragging like
a half lost
plastic
car part
making sound
with the ground
frightening
the entire undercarriage.

or could it be-
applause...

so heavy so loud.

a standing ovation.

do you see me?

in the crowd
I am

beaming.