brass and soul

a bright trip on wire
and on buckets of sand
like being on a new world
iron can bounce, it can be light,
just weaved like a beautiful tapestry

waving civil war style
earth thud off felt tip sidewalk
just weaved like iron
with horizon sinking stitches
you can tell your story with tapestry

you can lie on blankets of iron
you can sigh and take another
drag, with revolution lips
just to explode as the light is...


hesitating