the old-time jazz

4/6/05

kodachrome snapshots:
       orange black lusty blood rouge
       the black of a jilted sky starless
       gray of a illuminated pen harmless
       and silver-sterling smiles
       on the floor
drip into me like cavewater
and spin me around like a
baby
trapped in a seizure
mother screaming in background, panic-driven frenzy
and all they want to do is build a new story
but how in the hell
can you

bend

the river current soft in the night?
She’ll take you to the delta if you let her