III—The Valiant

The city is tired
and the peo­ple are watch­ing
                            tired
of watch­ing the city’s
col­li­sion
          bend sin­is­ter,

with the same sor­row
and the same song
and the same
             some­times.

We, the city,
              har­rowed,
the valiant
            hence.

Kook­abur­ras
            watch
and
    laugh
and
    won­der
why noth­ing
            hap­pens.

Why time is lacon­ic;
                     abrupt.

Per­for­mance note: Wear “who the fuck is tremont?” shirt if read­ing.

This needs to go some­where else, but right now I don’t know where to take it and main­tain its sparse­ness.

v.2

The city is tired
and the peo­ple are watch­ing
                            tired
of watch­ing the city’s
col­li­sion
          bend sin­is­ter.

The streets roll over in their sleep.

Where are the valiant
on the ten o’clock news?
Who still won­ders
why time is lacon­ic;
                     abrupt

Still not right, but bet­ter.