26th Montage

This sky
Is made of marijuana maze,
Dreaming the flight
Of a dour faced boy-
Hunched over a nude
In an old Playboy.

This mall
Smells of money, small mark ups-
A steel trolley floats on
The floor, pulling a Czech girl,
Belying the drag of a
Cheap daily skirt.

This god
Is made of none, smells of none.
None in the name, none described-
The thought of none, the dream of none
Son of, daughter of, none!
Created this day, boy and girl.

This day
Is full of drama and doors-
Open and shut-
As if a human heart, a rose bud-
Unwinding spool-
If only, one could see.

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