THE GREAT TRIANGLE SHIRT FACTORY DISASTER

Transversal signs
of lead
ignite
like keys
of glass
Platinum shadows;
Man fo(u)r man.
A killer
ignition belt
changes from light
to darkness.

ICE CUBE TRAY
FLUORESCENT LIGHTS

For every myth;
a shadow in grotesque
like caryatides
turned to stone
For every silken glove
a shadow
of an ironclad fist.
I see them go,
silenced.

BURNING CELESTIAL
HANDBOOK

Spiderleg
edges
Trick mirror
language

Tracks are
destroyed
Doors get
closed
in a white
infinite
house.

Give me
the black limousines;
the fossil forest
reflected
in dark crystal mirrors:
where I am a medallion
set in black time.

ONLINE ERROR,

A pearl
a fault
a sign
in a dead
alphabet.

Digital signs
3:00 a.m.
Monstermind shadows
War is
everywhere.

HUNTER'S RUN

Plink plastic summer shoes,
rattling noises from stereo cassettes,
rolling thunder over the bridge.
Lost legs and orthopedic shoes,
Mylar balloons flutter under the iron El
Clear blue skies over Broadway.

Mica watch with numbers erased,
black dotted frock on Puertorican girl,
the color of dragonflies,
three white dots on her heel.

Cracked sidewalks;
the suspicion of the hunted,
chains rattle into daggers;
this is Hunter's Run.

THE MORNING

The house of the Russian; the wooden tiles
are polished. the kitchen clock is correct.
I'm the appretice. I'm neat and
clean. He moves slowly and is bearded.
He slowly shows me maps, painted in a
childish way, drawn and painted with
outmost clarity; houses, roads and
churches; all flat in color mixed with
white. He shows me one after another.
They are all extremey neat. Everything is
lucid, calm and joyfull.