Marching To the beat of ‘I’ drop the ‘I’, start beat 2, rest stepping to the beat of ‘I’ first foot falls like ghosts hopscotch down narrow alleyways Skipping cracks, circumnavigating ever-encroaching pools of blood from Johnson’s breached artery cannibal deities of concrete burial junkies hunkered down and out in doorway bunkers, shadows converge on fresh blood leaving a stain contagious in proximity to blood-spattered walls, hematoma, urine flowing from liquid viscera, step on the cracks seams in the concrete through which ancient rivers flow, opening a vein Coroners arrive to measure the width of the wound, painting the new shoreline white. rush of blood to the arm phantom heart skips a beat urge to arrest the tempo a breath catch up four bars Retrace steps past to present tense universe constantly reinvents itself at an exponential rate out of range of lenses Anticipated beats tied in knots of two to twelve bars each ...
poems, problems, resolutions. Notes from underground