Rooted Sky 2007 - III. Words Around Death
Looking for Work in Chicago Seeking the coins of challenge, he warmed the streets adulterously: Playboy, Holt, Chicagoland: passing in jeans and tasseled hair, filled out applications at them all. In his dreams he fled from the voices of secretaries & the edges of forms: peaches rotted / cream soured. The day he rolled down Dearborn, even sunlight decayed. He knocked on Poetry's door; a foyer spun, dull black / a distant woman. . . .
------- Brian A. J. Salchert