You Could Climb Vast Realities

A poem from my self-published collection "(interrobang) lament for lost time" available here: http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/straydogblues

               You could climb vast realities,

Or skip a million stones.

                              (Coins/Golf balls)

               You could sink the closest ship,

Plan the president’s murder,

                              Or secure his re-election.

What do you say?

Maybe crime does pay.

               Living a life of resource,

Inventing deconstructed images of

                              Deconstructed worlds,

...The colors of imagination drip.

-She hums along to cautious tales

               of cutlery in streets,

and photographs

               and time

                              and life-

It’s unpredictable

               Policing arbitrary blues and greens.

How does it mean to be?

“How do you do?”-Anon