"Chess can be described as the movement of pieces eating one another."
-Marcel Duchamp
Relics and old wives
telling tales for telling.
Reminds me of living
in America, dying.
I think about America
when I see a sidewalk
cracked, clean spider webb'd.
There are so many cracks here.
In the dark, America
looks like any other jar
of ink. You could walk
forever without noticing the blood on your feet.
The day the bombs
drop I'll be sleeping. Oh
what a horror when you
wake up and realize where you've heard that sound before.