Silence… - Subtle

Meeting gears clumsily detaching a man’s hand in the dust crunching machine of

an aspirin factory shift

Adding their glued open eyes to the good Reverend Pitman’s hard to find bird

head collection

Then, the dream trails off into long drawn-out conversations set in sickly lit

hospital halls and over cleared tables in office space;

About Workers Comp.

and what the headache folks are willing to give up in order

to endure that today is the day that no one went bald

Today is the day that no one went bald

Today is the day that no one went bald

That today is…

There’s a brief intermission

They offer you money for love and a popular song

A lisence to pill and spare no expense in the supper with big Dr. Moon and Gun

The dream ends in an extended stay America Kitchen

You’re beating eggs, you look down for the wisk, you see a sealed off wrist on

repeat

Completely destroying the snowglobe and a day begins before and during next…

Between space heaters and constellations

And again from the bed with the boy in the absense of an absolute asprin

There watching you through your bedroom window, a winter bee slurs its legs on

a half-snipped sprig of barbed wire while you imagine page five gallons pouring

pink into the center of clouds

Or you

Or the other way around