Untitled Poem

This is how it happened in Amsterdam;

Buildings rebuilt and billed to

Anyone dumb enough to be standing there

Architects ache so they build some subdivisions no matter

How much pain or planning, no matter, how much it matters

Ugly houses sprout in rows, looking like structures of sad accidents

And broken happy plans

Christmas Day

Bashful red and turkey torn thin

We make lies to get each other through the day

Like the woodpecker flies and keeps its head up

I watch you hold it above your head

Eyes flickered like that of a lazing ghost

Are consumed by that of inner thought

Gripped by absurdity by the hand of material and the latch of mindlessness

But be bolder than buzzing bugs

Contagious as a yawn

Our ever-so-ringing why chromosome