the second floor facade

pushed out forward,

like a box some kid, anxious
kicked from his
hoover-town fortress

while sihlouettes always in back
and tableux progress in regression

where does action become inert

and the subject become a lesson

what grabs us
pulls us to push?
what forces us
the forward thrust?
what relieves us to
lend out to trust?

- believe -

"It was self-defense...," he says. not quite sure if he cares
that i don't or do believe,

"Not what they say...," voice trailing in and out like morphine,

"...It was self defense..."

explains


"... I was a soldier in 'Nam..."