civil war for idiots

       green fly really there,
the here.

But they       Seen too close.
Our meat. we      GUIDE

endings

to get senses working maybe
slip into theater's
dark womb.
Keep foot faces

reincarnate when their fates or language ends.

Walk the theater.
Walk through you.

The needle in the haystack
of needles, is my love.

the D.C.
has no holograms

anymore. holding their stickered mouths

as they pass with leaking
Mr. Lincoln. A bear carries him

out of the children's book.

This is of literature.

The bear sings:


"The children,

commas in fall,


please don't fall."


(Mrs. Mary Surrat sails out
over the audience on a swing...)