Steve Dalachinsky

The  Chase


a religious man becomes a murderer
a murderer becomes a religious man

work this clay
like a soft body never touched
work it into shapelessness
(of all things)

the murderer
& the religious man
walk the same street
on the same nite
in the same shirt
in a town as big as my palm
the town is a shapeless mass
of cities
as big as my muscled
arm

the speaker & the slasher
remove the same hat
plead the same pleas
eat the same pie

assailant & victim are one

the world is divided by borders & seas
white crust
black wave &
breath
even as we speak even
now
the dungeon is being prepared.


                          steven dalachinsky





category 5

1.

little baby beast
boy
sitting on concrete
eating skewered
meat
this is the way we are
were
have become
piling concrete upon a living being
crowding in front of bowery mission
clapping our hands for universal peace
waiting for the doors to open
this is how the view is
captured
built
the strafings
odd moments of clarity
bygones going by
yet not forgetting the residue
not collecting the residuals

these people
all want to give mew something
before i dies
then take it away.



2.
       bush bush bush bush
       bush bush bush bush
       bush bush bush bush

there i've said it. now hush.



3.
        mush. slush. rush. flush.



4.
             walking thru universe
               wandering
                     grilled    skewered
        distracted by menus   streetsigns & the moon
                rollicking envy          gone 'fore you've arrived
                     captured      before                     hatched

defrocked angels   lost little boys   waiting for the doors to open
                                    searching for lost entrances
     camouflaged   bullypulpits          creepy tactless oratories
                amongst flat landscapes.



5.


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