The Dream Chipper

Run my dreams
through the chipper
down the chute -
into the hole.

Cover this bootless
pile with
lye
rock
gravel
dirt
then seed.

I fertilize
this forsaken treasure
into green blades
which bend
beneath my shiny shoes

as I toss the children into the air
and they float down
like elm seeds.

the wife
watches
from her
windows

Put me on the train
clickity clack clickity clack
turn page check watch
wear tie
combed hair
turn page.

Run the tunnel
ride the shaft
bury me twenty stories

above
in a prolapsed mine
of steel and glass.

the boss
watches
from his
windows

I sit in church
staring at the butts before me
and trade my soul
for marching boots.

I think someone bigger is watching
I am frozen in a pious pose.

Amen.

2004/2009