SIRIUS



Floodlamp boxes ensconced

     	by blurred glass

		          & lit glyphs



	     on the stone ribbon

		          ascending

	               to Charles/MGH:

		                    city turns to mulch

			             bruised papaya

	           in a shark's mouth &

	               	the holy charge

		                   	rides the rails / not blacked

	           out this dreaming East & the

		                gleaming mean climbs

			                      the Pru: Bing-o-Reno

on Olmec scale



No words for the speech in

	     the light as it falls on you



a cocoon in the cavern of a mouth

	     throw silk ropes across

		          the chasm



     	balance a turbine there

	            	the wing of a plane / absurd



how the wind holds metal up

	     the spark that moves the last

	          	train under Mass Ave.

	     NO SERVICE:	sutures of fire

		          keep my legs under me

swamp-light mist      summer's ending    above

	     ground I forget

		          which way to turn the trains

			                stop moving while you sleep