Saturday, October 16, 2010

A-Train of Thought Derailed

"Try to be pure at heart, they arrest you for robbery
Mistake your shyness for aloofness, your silence for snobbery
Got the message this morning, the one that was sent to me
About the madness of becomin’ what one was never meant to be"
-Bob Dylan

A- Train of Thought Derailed

I'm taking a soundbite.
I'm looking at a set of porcelain teeth with grey, mudded crevices.
Hatred is purity elsewhere persuaded.

In his mother's arms, a baby
babbles on his harmonica hand.
The ground rumbles beneath us
and all the words tumble from cold, clean slabs,
and wriggle on the floor, awaiting reclamation.