The Nacreous Oughts

23 February 2012

traffic jam
if we could just
change lanes
enough times
we could get through this
we will not get through this
however many lanes we change
however many times
& the magic will remain
obstinately out of reach
& the Annunaki talk
of this river running full again
its tan grass basin
submerged by the scheduled water drop
the last contrail
spreads above a crowd of hungry
in makeshift tents
we are star dust
we are carbon

i sat with my wife while she tried
to make the computer work
i perfect my Albanian
by winter candle light


quote: "Woodstock" by Joni Mitchell


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