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.