ONE TECHNICOLOR BRIEF
Everything ever known, lumped together
like this : men in purple hats, the curious,
the robins, the cardinals, the rats. One
immense fusion of soda-pop timing.
I just keep waiting for the lid to pop off:
the long highway drive, those rolling
hills gunning by, the long succession
of electrical-power everywhere I look.
How then would I ever be able to mask my
intent? There's a fury on the long slide
down; below me, a slung river, and next to
it, some old man's cabin in the piney woods.