Monday, October 10, 2011

nameless

feet move in directions,
blood moves in prepositions:
                across
                through
                in
                between
more exact than its servants

but the gossamer of electric wire that lives
in the brain is responsible
for the bulk of the language,
presiding over the putt putt of a million motorized things
and the business they carry

maybe eventually it becomes its own poison

it's not so different, after all

it can claim
dominion over a far greater
and vast thing

over a thing
perhaps too disinterested or
too bent on its own survival
to make its true weight felt.