the coroner's seamstress

the coroner's seamstress
imagines windswept
corrugated
vistas
designates holidays
designs motto alignments
signals
the sorrow songs
of
remote viewing
takes revenge
cites crested crowned
wooden
hoods
reverts
forward towards optimal direction
distributes opiated chewing gum...........to penal colony designates
draws pencil thin lines...........around stargazing orange markers
leaving
life for the living..........( )today for the dead...........( )
saves
foundlings
housing
in
sod dwellings
the
brace of humanity
beating tuned instrumental
appliance containers
gleaned/cleaned/clear plastic
for recycled material bins
dyed
yellow--lined
with binary destinations
spiraling downward
disordered--panicked
signifying solemn keyboard mechanisms
sunlit in goldenrod spellings
weaving patterned alliance fragments
dancing
smiling
for all to see.

never not talking

screening
electrocell manifests
the book of the living
says
"i ain't never not talking to you no more"
devising indicated zodiac schemes
bowing
toward conspiracy block grants
scrawling backwards diagrams in longhand
sprinting
lethargically
forward towards end zone factory printout diatribes
staging rigged automatic upstate sonic happenings
forged
soaking in stadium sized ink filled business battlefield domains
humming steadily ("thar she blows")
singing SHONDELL refrains ("i think we're alone now")
heard perfectly resounding in wispered photographed enraged moments
organized superimposed
downcast
overwrought
the book of the dead
says
"i ain't never not thinking of you no more"
"i ain't never not being with you no more"
and
most importantly
"i ain't never not looking for you no more."

in the name of johnny paycheck (R.I.P)

a delirium
diagnosed as digression
develops
into a downtrodden guitar solo
bargaining
that wind-up toys
will help
pitch
pain away
(to a time)
when ringing phones indicated---the destination---the origin---the parameters---of health---
as would walking down the street toward fallen alleys
behind houses
neat with stashed trash where warring motorcycle clubs listen to
JOHNNY PAYCHECK (yes johnny paycheck)
sing gospel--- in the roadhouse--- on the radio---at the rodeo
absolute in intention
unimpeachable in regret
and
not
at
all
out of place.