The Right Column

Marcasiasian
You keep wand-ring 
away
like the coat that is worn
in the rain at the side of the highway
waiting for a ride from a dead head on a mission
and picked up by angels named Devon and Brook.
Do you imagine that I could know what I don't know
and if I say it is so and it isn't so that doesn't make
it so I say that you need to say that you have said that

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Marcassiasian
Does this life trouble you
with your palandroms of dispair
and trying to unflame
all the flame bait hate
without hope
for a better call to tell the reason
that the voices ring in the hollow bell
of a corporate dorporate depraved devil may care
and probably doesn't cause the lights were already
shut off, Marcassiassian, shut off and the hallways
were dark, Dudersparker, were dark like the sound of a
quarter
falling and ringing 
in the stairs of the subway
and twenty people scurry all
to grab the rat droppings onto it fell coin
that is not deviled but nevertheless is
perfectly good for buying gum
or flipping obsessively found money
its mine
and over with it now.

Found money
come my way
large wads of cash
adrift in the bay.
I'll just row over
and pull it into my boat
I won't even brag
nar every tarry to gloat.
Lest your confused
at what I'm trying to say:
"Found money
come my way"


noon  15 July 2008 
Annum Dominum