Reactionary
Once everything from
the drug store came
wrapped in white paper
and green string, a bonus
for the thrifty, who were dying
for something to save.
I dumped my voicemail
today without listening
to the messages. I needed
the space so I saved it for later,
left un-transcribed the transitory
poetry of disconnected voices,
sounding so damned professional
saying something but nothing
personal, like time is the only
revolution that consumes all
its children. So then, blessed
be the ties that bind, but if they don’t
save the paper, save the string.
Longaberger lines
I. Oh the architect’s brief is design
to marry the curve and the line
functions form is fantastic
when the building’s a picnic basket
and the ants all work inside
II. I wouldn’t say I’m really old school
imagination is the architect’s tool
I’m fine with the lines
they draw in their mind
But some ideas should be over ruled.