All these visions we've
hung

(beginning where the world
stops
Dust strewn, rabid dog littered,
garbage picked, black smoke sweetness

(forever moments of
river stillness
February smoothness
Glide on by
ride on by)

roadside fried,
dirty glass filled
breathe deep, deeper

Paint the walls, streets
paint the skies over and
over and over

Paint the ground paint the
screens
paint over all the screens
paint the cars and the horses
and the guns)

Let's just inhale these dreams
we don't need to eat or see