.... that's ...


   that's how the machine works  .. it stops.. breaking down and it's not so fun when yr in it a ferris-wheel carriage coming to a halt
  a head-ache smacking you in the gob
    sniffing nose bleating heart
 a weird weather pulling stiff on its dogs

   mooring? no not mooring moiled but the unpleasant kind a disjunctive disjointed_
ness and the 'hurt of tears' paying out their hot scalding

 desire a broken puff on the dry tongue
  a weird page in the southern wind 
  not a tripping fancy page

   and the guilt that musicans make you feel provoking you with their never ceasing  promisicuity a nice game to play banging on  strings, keys, horns, blowers, blinkers, tom-toms day and night bin
  of it never ending
   metamorphosed into the car monster its nasty bright lights beaming on down

  for the wander-schizo it's harder peregrinating            round and round

     so the question becomes how to find new lines/&times to cut