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October 25, 2006

IV.

Megan McShea

spine train bleeding wisps of

the ideal derby how it's

all going on tomorrow in places

they drove through only yesterday

Sturdy breach fodder lined the

dark banks in small-boat splashings

as they failed to distract themselves

from the terrible time it takes to

tunnel through the electrified squall to the

barrier island, where was my box..?

where was Alex when I needed a...?

where were we there? out to picnic

a lake with its inevitable trees and

the clouds with their ineffable

archways, you take lips to center

you inch port clams for scuffling

you sip you bake it with sordid

smiles without me, without my

head there was smiling and singing,

my how you've changed look you're

ogling the blender, the geese have

come home and we're making our

favorite noises. We've got these

monitors hooked up to everything and

we're watching it carefully and

you know even tomorrow shows

up here even now    look see    it's parked

in the corner those green fields with

bright yelow blips, well, blinking

and you can tell what it's going to do.

In the pasture on Hare Street it's

incredible we're

raining

Those cycles they break you know

we're sort of free and we

think you're nice,

even if it's true what they're

saying and you

are ferocious bunnies.
 
 
 
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This is one of 5 improvisations Megan wrote at the High Zero music festival. She tells us it was written during a set of music by Dave Smolen, Rose Hammer, Alessandro Bosetti and George Lewis.
 
 

Posted by Rock Heals at October 25, 2006 12:00 AM