Moth Wings

the circumstance of his birth had somehow become joined to the circumstance of his life raised on cowboys and Indians when no bigger than a twig alone on a little mattress talking to limp cloth animals explains much of this chromosome damage no doubt a chugging tractor discs the soil a mile away growing unheard as sleep opens its music box lid my rapid pulse is transformed and becomes visible as black spots which begin to grow together eyes begin to move independently floating face up I think they are open wishing they were lanterns instead of window panes unable to blink back the view held open by the weight of two images the great mound of bones and teeth scene of rituals unspeakable sordid affairs and so ordinary if they tell you there's no describing it they'd better have a blank expression victims of gravity searching for a place where the war between the odds and evens has not yet reached wondering who invented tables and chairs and calendars on the wall brittle and torn by a wall climbing sun pages flutter like moth wings whispering parts of speech syllables a screen door bangs dogs bark crossing the linoleum a trail of ants water drips in the sink a moon rises over mobile homes drawn in a circle against the dark red flares line the highway at night vagrancies outstrip the vacancies with charlatans on every street corner in a fervent denial of perception before the rubble of the holy ziggurat burnt offerings burnt heretic having learned how to learn he began to teach how to teach finding fresh chewing gum stuck under the diner counter when is an idea dead and useless you'll need to be able to spell dog and cat From "Engine of Didactic Beauty" available on Amazon http://tinyurl.com/nhfk6dr Artist Portfolio: http://walteralter.site11.com/