by Wayne Mason
Fields of American motion
street voice sidewalk outside
alienated sutras shredding the
sun in favor of moonlight
Amid hazy unrealized dreams
driving through bleak multitudes
displacing reality came a thousand
desolate hungered blue stories
Sputtering swirling benders
motionless singing cheap guitars
destroying vast purgatories with
feng shui of blood and poems
Splintered stars probing dreams
wild and melancholy muttering
delicate cosmic insurgencies
sore limbs, fishnets and Tao