Records From the Dustbin
records from the dustbin, 7-11 sign screams throughout the night, thinking of saving rolling stones for you, then going to sleep for a minute i might, when there is nothing left to choose. the sign screams 24 hours, voodoo. wining ice box melted, melting. nice box melted, melting melting. dripping generator, purring purring. freezing up to fly right, whirring. into the blasted 7-11 sign. stop. thinking of getting blinds. stop. how unkind the sign, how undignified, and tacky the young Russian woman will be, when she learns the local rules, playing the game gracelessly. my world is a world of 45's; tough to keep a dream alive, when i have to be stopping, every three minutes. it is a life with nothing to it, surviving inner grooves. my day is a day of 45's; 45 minutes for immigrants, a lesson plan for every one. does not amount to anything, doing what must be done, reclaiming another daughter or son. my attention span is 45 minutes long. knowing i will be doing this when i a
