Rosslyn Metro, Skywalk

// Tony Mancus

     It’s not the message
gets settled
      blink quick
      your region
hexagon the bee calls

For all the depressed concrete
       making up
      this arc & roof
     trained to
hold trains
down inside

1 line & uniform
all the people
       stomp to
       dest-i-nation

Either straight
or at angles
& up & down
positioned
re:accordi(on)gly
with necks
       bending & joint
       body weight
pressure-
       tipped in
at the knees

Barking stairs that move
are horn-like jazz & dogs
       sing back
       shadows on the brink
of collapse
shadows
on the brick & rubbed low
       long fence stand links
       metal to ideas-border
       & possess

I’ve got a hand for a hammer & towel
blue skies off the glass.
       Each wrist turn
bolded by ink
       & by inches.

I done the scenic business
       with brushes
and back
       the states with worry: to them
we run out:-the ought’s

I done the last worse, the word lass
and grab a few
       fingers
       gulp
       down/hair-widths
        apart
        air
on the radio it’s the day
        where foreign
interviewers coo and coo

perception at the slant, corrival
       the others too
got hoods on under their eyes

I done their water-makes and markers
       the props for currency, correct
       you are liable to counterfeit
libel             fitted
country-birth

I done the passing port in breezes and the tunic simply pinned
to the ontological              in the moth
of February, its wings so dusty white
       we burnish
       the land it turns
under

I done the girders meshed with caption    -take steel for granite-