what planet could this be for boys of ten
and then one hundred
movement felt,
looking at the hardened grain
of hands caressed
with fingers pressed against themselves
absorbing stillness’ breath
suspended in each air a pair
of warm yet liquid-frozen thoughts
captured
then released with care
youthful power to devour light
whose distance now
becomes serene
a slow suspended scene
in the moment captured
stretched like bubble gum or taffy
compressed
into the thinness of a dime
time
rolled between the fingers
ridged and perfect soft
wrapped
as cigarettes unsmoked,
moving miniature rolling pins
of skin like bread
gathered sweet
and then,
a fence to sit upon, a wall to scale
grains of surfaced roughness
where the smooth compare
the toughness of their skin
to skin a shin
upon a polished youth
with broken glass of bottles blowing
tins and rolls all gathered in
their stripes and plaids
and paisleys worn -
attempts to humanize
collateralized machine
we all want out, sometimes,
we all want in.
Now Freddie Mack
And Sallie Mae
Live in a shack
Their debt obligation collateralized
Advanced state of deception
But let's keep going
Short of cash, broke
Like all the US banks
Running out of money
In this surreal free for all
Where barking dogs
And screeching cats
Testify before Congress
Watched by sane observers
On the shore
With manicured nails
And fresh pressed dresses
Who stare at us with
Glazed hard marble eyes
While they lose their homes
This exertion
Reduced us to tatters
With all the rest of the mad hatters
Who cry for government guarantees
Beg for automobile subsidies
While looking for Alice, we lost our jobs
Running from the disenfranchised mob