[still proceeding]

10,000 strands of midnight stolen
to calm the line,
10,000 angels robbed
to clear the dime store
bandits, vertical
shuck and jive,
an ache beyond
dovelight, beyond
the curds of a shattered
dream. Watch him
crawling, watch him
strapped to view
this lifetime of petty crimes,
delicate innuendo,
disco ball frenzy
in the wake of
remittance &
calls for payment,
past dews,
calamitous mists. Green
calls, green cries
deep down
for the soul, in the ashes
of a Wednesday
that is no more. Resurrect
the man, the pagan
dream, the jettisoned
tiger, the thundering
god. Healing
of a kind
in the westward mind.