
Bay Street
Builder’s lunulas are dank from internal rot-
The hand‘s nail, extension of primate progress
falls stagnant in the department of cartilage production-
his formerly bright city arteries
Such transcontinental highways
Suspended in sacs of thin-wristed pallor
Aroused and pleasured only by
Sharp heel clicks of men clad in dress shoes
Tangentially crossing themselves
Only to intersect in another appendage,
To meet each other in the angles of their stoic grimaces.
They are the next Wavelengths on the enduring grid of Living architecture-
To be the imprinted patterns upon the face
Of societal sediment deposits in our solvent seas
The protrusions of cranes
And of waxing and waning earth
Geological forces like rising and falling chest
Man enters the conscious
Misty in the morning with salivating dew
Rising like concrete from a foundation
Marbled and pockmarked from harsh salts
Learning to mould oneself anew
Men with blueprint brainchild
Trampling over Athena with muddy boots
Meanwhile I assist in birthing new nations
By asserting the names of their confederation
Grouping those maps,
The grids and blocks of habitation
Layering the laws one a top the other
I am unwitting accomplice
Covering the robbery of our nurturing gift
in citizenship of the new shelter
liberatedmasochisticproblematicnaturaldissorder
Is but soured chewing gum
Stuck to the souls of such gods
Who smite us for bodies and ideas of their own creation
While doing a warped egg laying of their own
In delivering the stable, uncompromising,
Linguistic framework
Of yet structurally unjust steel beams
That we maintain through our old age
And employ to stabilize our lives to a dizzying degree
Abiding day by day
in such orderly wet dreams