On Reflected Silence, On Continental Divide, On Spruce Street

Houses in rows believing their directionality
Like cursive tags of graffiti
one on top of the next
A practice chalkboard of a life
The life of fading letters
Where little sandy pieces of concrete
don't know what they are carrying away with them
Not caring
for concrete or other elements, likewise
Burying screws in them
buying and selling screws that do that kind of job
Going through rock or concrete or steel
and borrowing your neighbors' equipment
Driving your screws loose
driving your closest ones crazy
Drowning noodles
in sauce
All floppy in silence
other than a slurp
It is a lack of material
That makes up for a lack of material
or unconscionable artifacts
falling off the wall
Being folded up in fist and filled in
being figurined and sequestered
being sequined and beleaguered
Finding horns in your soup
Leaving pine in your place
a less than lullaby
Called Less Than
or Elicit Concern, a concerto in B
or a notebook with diagrams
Or a recipe
for unmanned flight with fans
floor boards
narrow narrow
hide and go sordid
Stack stack stack
Lined up for showers
boxcars
Planks
striation
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