steve dalachinsky & jim leftwich - my pile of bones

my pile of bones


between
promethean laxatives
another drug another blind light
loneliness
death
bodily orbits
ribcages of prophecy
neither this nor that
can satisfy a newcomer
meetings to dicuss futures
getting down to brass tax
formed origins
sleepless nites encompassing
whatnots &
what would we like
to say about that?
nothing. absolutely nothing
everything sounds fuzzy thru this sprach
spokes on wheels. for what?
or what if there weren't any?
but perhaps if there were a literal spiel
then perhaps there'd be only this
only as if. to say
groundbreaking billboards
too small to survive
the speeches
but i've said it once
sincerely so as
not to want
to say it once again
(my pile of bones)

there.


dalachinsky & leftwich
august 2007