From Next

Picks a way to cross the river on stones
the stream like the moon rises
no start no finish all middle
my center is saturated in fires.

Dunno where anywhere is from
I am from next to you.

The round comes about and heads
the rest is so amazing it skates
nose itches it is rare and willing
the house returns and melts its own gates.

In city gray and growling in streets
rain just enough to slip away
to where? To where she conjures 
concrete arms out of misty bays.

The wrong people are here serrating
out the window into black shirts
poor history without saying no
agreement yanks out of me jazz glorious.

Dunno where anywhere is from
I am from next to you.

We are basic beyond we are spoiled
stuck in the past being too loyal
break my legs and force me to crawl
to a plain never before plowed or watered.

Picks a way to cross the river on stones
the stream like the moon rises
no start no finish all middle
my center is saturated in fires.

Dunno where anywhere is from
I am from next to you.

18 May 08
Chicago