rebuilding Brand America

[from:   the Loss Lieder]

light that bit of vision not fair on fire against the rocks

i heard bells rolling thru some words, like buffalo over those 18 wheelers

up in a volcano  details from its power   now a lake

like an eye then the thought  then a touching as no;

the yattering plunge face down into their denied tears etc.

wait to pin it all at a dizzier tilt thieves of locked lives—

leaves run,  you know, sort of a  curdled electronic ink thru cold

this then sing that rack in an envious to the yuck factor

rip just what you sew

i get going this way till a method works

floating in from a dawn when only singing of insomnia burns

a ringing in an ear fetch that old sort of

grey glow  convergence between posts

guarded by a who me?  by a 99, an almost   .. post america

post europe as flourishing,  post-immediate   gone thru

as lava roils verbs with a holiday reel in a closer distance          

different versions of this poem have been written at different times

for different people who twist slow in their various ways