Universe That Swallows Reason

Long silences drift Gaping the mind's wheelbarrow Suddenly the stocks of tomorrow vanished The bricks laid yesteryear were sagging In their muddy rut Up ahead on the corner Motorola rushes ransack the hospital Impatience at the check out counter And an enveloping TV set Some waiting has yet to be begun At the bus terminal. busy heads are turning The self-myself-our property Is dozing at some Dunkin Dounuts The JOB, so clearly defined Is turning eyeballs narrow in their deceit And childhood senses are porched Stilted at the school desk desire