BY JAY WELLER
STAIRS SNAKE TO THE FLOOR
AND WIND THROUGH THE HALLS
CLOCK SPRINGS FROM THE WALL
AND MELTS AS IT FALLS
AND THE FLOOR AND THE STAIRS
AND THE DOOR AND THE RAIN
LIKE MAD WOMEN FROM SPAIN
FALL OUT OF THEIR FRAMES
THE SNAILS RAGGED CLIMB
CRIPPLED BY GHOSTS
COVERED WITH ANTS
THE EGG DRIPPING YOLK
OBJECTS UNMOVED
AND AT A RACE
LOST AND MALIGNED
AND DISTORTED IN SPACE
FEAR OF THE DARK
AND THE WILL TO BE BORN
BEATS ROYAL THE HEART
TO BE SPEARED BY WHITE HORNS
IN THE CRADLE OF DREAMS
THE PASSAGE OF TIME
BLENDS ALL OF THE THINGS
THAT REMAIN IN THE MIND
ONE PLUS ONE IS A DOG BARKING ORDERS
THE SOLUTION TO CHAOS IS RAMPANT DISORDER
HOW DO I KNOW, YOU ASK, PER CHANCE?
BECAUSE THE SKY IS BRIGHT PURPLE
AND MELTS ON A BRANCH