Orient ation

When all the agendas come together
in a malgum of exploded roads
the settled dust of every flag and star
feet thick
covering the commerce of failed consumers,
there will be a single sound wave
creaming the expanse
and telling the present:

"Our future will be a positive
relationship between parents
and teachers."

Fun stuff growing up through connected
homes
driveways paved by the new labrynth.
Time and effort will be the wisdom
of feet thick flags and stars.

Poem

My thumb fell asleep
in a book of poems,
between two pillowy words,
married there for eternity,
or until the mountains melt.

It did not take me long
to wonder if it was dead.

But we all know how these
things of gentle fear go.

If I nudge it,
wake it from its sleep,
or death,
forgiveness is void.

To die in one's sleep,
thumb or beast,
or language,
is all we ask.

This is all we ask.
Do not ask the how,
or when
or by fire
water
razors
concrete
strawberry
hypothermia
or by massive passions.

Scored dreams fold at the seams.