IN A CHAIR

There's a switch when the mountain and its red clouds turn to purple hurrying the night along to darken it all in and can't as the enormous shadow still sits there.  There's a switch somewhere to turn it all off.  Someone somewhere.  All this time nothing was being saved.  It all just sat there while in the middle of or in the considerably off center of nowhere as its orbital tentacles wrap around another layer outer layer around as so many are crushed closer together feeling smaller together what a world there's a switch somewhere to turn it all off.  Don't be like that as it may be that as it may not be like that it will be like that longer than it is what it is.


There's a switch and it goes against all matter in a different direction from the direction it had changed from after they changed their minds so direct so over and out behind the behind the behind and their moving forward and they are moving forward behind the behind the behind as the rest does not move to be moved when the mountain and its red clouds turn to purple hurrying the night along to darken it all in and can't as the enormous shadow still sits there.  There's a switch somewhere to turn it all off.  


In a chair the picking of the nose now there's a piece that could use a dose in the blue rooms with blue walls and lines and angles intersecting into machines for sitting in a chair the picking of the nose now there's a piece that could use a dose in the blue rooms with blue walls and lines and angles intersecting into machines as one of those smaller softer fragments and a stickier bit of information and a hand scratching against the partition smears the snot across the documents that fall from the corners of their mouths its mouth their mouths sitting in a chair digging an elbow into the smears digging in dig in.  No place in its side to place a hand or a foot no plug no switch no color.  Drib and drab side by side in the rotation of the wheel at the stay of execution.


Blinking at each other
Staring into faces
with astonishment
that twists their heads
into shapes no longer recognizable


pages fall out of the scrapbook
along the off ramp
missed a mile back


Blinking in time
to little switches
spreading them out


Blinking in time
to little switches
spreading them out 
further apart


She wrote them down what good did it do as she locked what she wrote in a box.  She wrote them down what good did it do as she took the box back.  She wrote them down what good did it do as she took the box back that way.  She wrote them down what good did it do as she took the box back that way she had come.  Some say it was holes some say it was cracks or the body of water decided upon.  She wrote them down what good did it do as she took the box back that way she had come.  What good did it do that way she had come behind the behind the behind and their moving forward and they are moving forward behind the behind the behind as the rest does not move to be moved when the mountain and its red clouds turn to purple hurrying the night along to darken it all in and can't as the enormous shadow still sits there.  




- Max Stoltenberg