tell me you don't love sound and how it turns
into royal blue or
���� ���� �������� ���� ���� a slur you suffered
many years ago ���� weatherluck weather
bourbon weatherbow years ���� i've changed so

ghosts careen aged and blended ���� and brittle
so brittle when i knock against myself
it's pick up sticks sharp snapped pick up sticks
dry riverbed betty summoned ashore

her bimbo waits as koko waits ���� and me
weatherborne years���� as if weather brought time
one day the next is enough ���� after that
you're finished ���� you want those fleischer houses

and streets ���� those comical curves ���� those mutters
under breath that black and white that faded



�2005 by John Eivaz