junkyard -- week 5

All of these are coming from free writes that i've done in my paperback journal.

1) Not a sound byt my shoes
asking themselves over and over
where have you been?
where are you going?
slipknot
chain two
shoes laces knoted and footsteps toungtied
old coverses weathered and written.
Reminders of where we've been and a fuzzy reflectino of where we're going.
Its all a reflection
right, wrong. left right.
but regardless, it's all nsynch

2) At the Lab, Eve picks muschedines.
She sucks the goop from the middle
of the fruit for morning snacks and leaves
the skin on the concret to be walked upon
by freshly woken barefeet.

At the Lab Jesus wears a soiled face and thick glasses
he spits falloc insinuations
and curses you for ruining the, Lab.
It's been saged, but there are still hints of sex that linger
in the air. Cramed int he cracks of the warped front door.

3) At the Lab, Mary dances with wiled hair
and an Ameican flag foled three times
and tied around here head
Third Eye covered, and eyes closed.
Soiled hands flailing in the air soiled with Mother's residue.

4) Pride is a new sweater made from old couch tapestires.
Couch skeletons made play stages for latenight imporv shows.
The spot light is on the ones who stumble on stage
and stutter on the megaphone.