the dream chipper
July 25, 2006
Run my dreams
through the chipper
down the chute –
into the hole.
Cover this bootless
pile with
lye
rock
gravel
dirt
then seed.
I will fertilize
this forsaken treasure
into green blades
which bend beneath my shiny shoes
as I toss the children into the air
and they float down
like elm seeds.
the wife
watches
from her
windows
Put me on the train
clickity clack clickity clack
turn page check watch
wear tie
comb hair
turn page.
Run the tunnel
ride the shaft
bury me twenty stories
above the street
in a prolapsed mine
of glass and steel.
the boss
watches
from his
windows
I sit in church
staring at the butts before me
and trade my soul
for leather boots.
I think someone bigger is watching
so I remain in a pious pose –
another soul
smothered.
2004
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