"Patternless"

old fat angels
flaming word statues
fish cut audience
rich and rolling
cave faced birds…

…need to tell you
one thing:

if street music
had the weight of playing on seeing
an opera ticket
theater would dawn upon
the ghetto - church-like cough or laughter
would settle pain
as I’m pulse
leading to
dessert discovery

no need to say whose noise’s been
the loudest
the old man in the back row
holding to his shoe
leaves without answer
re-enters ghetto
laughs with death gods, at
the bulk of us, preferably sane,
in the routine
of crazy futures…