Last night I awoke up
from a dream came face to face with my face
facing the
Tombstone teeth of a man called
chiklets he came down through the ages with
The desperate beauty of a middleweight boxer
came beating the force field
With elegant
grace trying to get a perfect grip there was no
absolute grip
He was in a sail boat a glass
bottom boat the bottom of a boat he was coming
Down through the ages sea molten sea spilling
down the tube the spiny eye of
The village
the spinal eye of the victim the spiny eye like a
question mark
Hovering over him what do you
want what do you want from him down on a dream
Too much unexplained what do you think do you
think there was an actual
Connection I
can't imagine a connection going down there I
can't imagine any
Connection at all a
boxing ring with gold ropes soft desperate karat
top
Spinning and coming down through the
ages forty one bc