in the attic of our house, my mother’s records and my father’s souvenirs. 45’s short and loud playing. suitable toys for the aged, best kept from your children.

a revolution. I stood on the silent side. wrote signs and waited . now the child lies down, in a hollow place, a pallet, a cleft
keep warm, stay quiet, here comes a long night.

a crowded land, with little ideas, it is time for kickoff, time for easy times wearing kneepads and helmets, playing, pretending that there is war in the morning. virgins dancing, heros delighted. play time, behind the semi-precious screen.