no compass

By | 29 June 2008

a horse and carriage
will operate
between alleys
strewn with trampled

top hats
quiver with forgotten
steps in time

angel inspectors
access no hours
projectors map
mumu dreams

of cloud forests
trekking breathless
at the mercy of
agile guides

in the community
library illegible
dusty bibles
scan imagination

comfort compass
the shape of power
in disguise
bright heros

aping apotheosis
palliating fear
whispers shatter
through musty

prisons of seclusion
like jackhammers
pyramids crumble
what about

the rights of
alien foetuses?
desperately seeking
window sills

to sleep on
before the next train
to arrive departs
trackwork continues

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