brass / words / 2006 / Stem

October 16, 2006

Push
goes
            the boundary.
push push push.
                        the boundary does go.
            and when
you think it's far enough
            push a little more
                                                to see where it goes.
topple topple topple
the towers don't stand

so much for dealing
with foundation of sand.

the weathered clouds are building
                        a troubled tale that makes

the troubled clouds are laughing
            I have disturbed their wake

brewbrewbrew

with naked dreams
            and broken seams
they
	do amuse
		and abuse.

with great distress the games do form
the rules are set with song and storm

trouble seems so far away
            a stranger's smile								so
																much
																to say
yet                    ...

something familiar
in that embrace.
                                                                        dancing within
                                                                        i see her face