houses

houses
stand like
brittle dragons;
denial
on open landscape
closed in

walls against the world
set
in boxes

they're never going to fall
like this

but come back around upside your face turned in

houses stand
and fall like paradigm lunch box

walls away fall away
disappear break

when you know each
is a house
is a one two three
built to fall containership
ice cube to the sun.

us, we, human people
endlessly
doing our
funny things
hunched up walking
lines
sideways
sidewalks
bundled in clothes
town paling

the old keeping heads down
young up, and round
walking in recessed spring

town paling,
its fabric
almost dissolves
pixled dispersion
its knots loosening
fizzling
gaps forming

fading

in what was once tightly held concrete.

loosens its grip on me, or mine on it
giving away
to nothing

these are just spaces
and not even that

a lightness pervades

too much love, perhaps, so be it

blueberries and cherries
I am ephemeral and real, ephemeral and passing
read me drunk and dancing.

come to me drunk
and come to me stoned
come to me in rags in silence and
loud and in your suits

I love you in your love
and your consolation
your free-reign enterprise

I love your in your whole
your pieces
and your piecemeal

I love you
because
I love you in life
we love
loving
I love you
here
and
I love you now.

and the channels we've worked
in channels
gone wrong
you see we've
watched too long
and it's all that life is
on a vicarious screen
through a vicarious press
or a vicarious voice
activation
come on boys
it's aviation!

sky beings soared
they saw too long
and now the airspace blues
spirits to birds
to planes
to aircraft in our
airspace!

airspace
airspace
airspace!

fly the fuckers out the sky.

Alright peeps, I've just put all that was into book form so the curtains have come down on the walls. Walls Come Down. The curtains of the walls come down. But do not fear! Walls Come Down will be up again soon and then you'll be wondering why you can't climb them...

blah!