obedience
7-11
I wait
the sun rises
there is another production transfer
to increase consumerŐs capacity
I wait
the sun rises
habits begin
scale increases
again
I wait
each and everyoneŐs down to one last promise
a survival kit
and one part of one half of nothing
everyone makes room for everyoneŐs
deep capacity for eternity
the blood rushes through my limbs
this is a fortuitous moment
I say to myself
I have a ratchet in each hand and nothing to do
the system lines up
pumps through my heart and hands
questions rise and fall
everyone is waiting for something
a social process
various forms to fill in
a cybernetic coup dŐetat
all the while
pronouns are lost then found
or never invented or intended
and we all play safe
with stick familiar
I feel a rush of blood
turn pale and fall over
perfectly trimmed hedges
extend loans in the hypothalamus
the hypothalamus neither holds the answer
nor the question
hours are handed out
the radius of the sun may or may not change
no, good god
months go by
the sea is at our feet
it is not our feet
it is a dvd
there is a noble sound
for 3.42 seconds
which can be put on random or repeat
I forget to remember remembering
can not trust it
with its many after thoughts
and too many sticky nouns
unblinking and wishing for nothing
we all wait in the next room
in the realm of cast iron wishings
at a gas station under pleiades
that burns phosphorescent green
reflecting the dark
believing in the moon
believing in the walking dead
most are triangles in the telephone lines
most get busy signals
more are just hungry
many blinded by prayer
praying for perfect repetitive mannerisms
to shield them from the stained streets
where there is no god
no, bad god
just stories
and ten million million myths
enough myths
to martyr a martyr
which goes something like this
some one reinvents themselves
someone is a foundation
someone believes in laws
and wears ruby slippers
others believe in tomorrow
as the sunrise seeps into the blood stream
as oncoming faces seep into me