Thomas Radwick : Crack In The Ceiling

From white-bearing trees the snow falls a second time— sun climbing the east Diving flight above then bash! hawk hits a tree...

I just sat still And in and out I breathed I did not care About stuff in magazines An image of myself Blurred and faceles...

A flea fart is mightier than art A star rots in a palace This blues got ooga- booga! * To know ho...

The growing approach of a train I can’t yet see— distant whisperer Two women smearing lotion gossip on the train— faces, ar...

Why don’t you blow down south little birdie? Winter is drawing near Your brothers and sisters left in a hurry Nothing is holding yo...

Sudden razzmatazz at my ear from a stray fly’s rusty trumpeting Morning after rain— a big blank silvery sky like a movie ...

I’ve been ... gliding along on the tide I’ve been ... thinking my life is a ride I’ve been ... pushed by the wind through the rain ...