an eviction, an action, a response
November 16, 2011
they tell me we lead revolutionary bodies down cobble stone streets, whose jeans and ipods disguise collective discontent as we stream in solidarity to the point of arrival. how can we know this barricaded truth of impossibility, its forthcoming potentiality, its crude intrusion? we grasp at what organization we can squander from the false leaderless depths whose unbound ties strap us securely to the hull of this unpredictable ship.
what allies exists in the stormy weather and brilliant sun?
the day passes, adorned with edgewise creations, seeking slowing their precursors as the helicopters hang suspended above the precarious plans. doomed by some fortuitous explosion/expansion we unfurl and the shiny bits go splintering headlong into childhood skin, dozens of shiny lights that cast their rosy glow across the cheeks, against the grey-blue sky.
and we inhale another breath, we pass another corner, we take another step.
