Dream Chipper

June 29, 2009

Run my dreams
through the chipper
down the chute –
into the hole.

Cover this bootless
pile with
lye
rock
gravel
dirt
seed.

The green blades will bend
beneath my shiny shoes:
I toss the kids into the air
they float down like elm seeds.

the wife
watches
from her
windows

Put me
on the train
clickity clack
clickity clack
log in
check time
wear tie
email.

Run the tunnel
ride the shaft
bury me in a prolapsed mine
of glass and steel.

the boss
watches
from his
windows

I kneel in church
and stare at the butts before me.

(I traded my soul
for these marching boots.)

We half believe something
bigger is watching.

I am frozen
in a pious pose.

2004/2009

5 Responses to “Dream Chipper”

  1. krkbaker Says:

    Wow, I really dug this qaze. It flowed for me well.. run the tunnel, ride the shaft, bury me twenty stories…trade my soul for marching boots.
    yep…good.
    k

  2. qazse Says:

    dear kim, thank you. it is an angry poem – i like it too.

  3. krkbaker Says:

    no problem. i loved it.
    k

  4. pauline Says:

    this deserves rereading after rereading!


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