Four Poems Tim Wood
	on the edge of the Las Colinas Canal
		A beer can . . . beer (why ask ­­ ask? ask!) A beer can floats in the dead burning waves ­­ waving? why. ­­ curling drifting from the ­­ out of . . . through? ­­ concrete corridors ­­ petrified! queued . . . ­­ with the ­­ a? ahh. . . ­­ cigarette ­­ rjr? ama... ­­ smoke ­­ smog . . . decay. . . ­­ with the ­­ or . . . in . . . .­­ bodies ­­ thoughtless­­ corpse ­­ poetryless . . . word free ­­ liberate ­­ escape ­­ ƒescape! This work was created as an installation of chalk and concrete with the words forming one unbroken line along the edge of the canal mentioned in the work's title. The author is exploring several ways to recreate the original affect.
	shadows of lover, passed on
		He eats the day slowly, agonizing to push each bite down. These meals have lost all color. He paces through the rooms, cutting his wide oval around this space, again, again. He has become the ghost of his lover, a glistening midnight hole ­­living seance, where a young man's voice, echoing from crypt walls, agonizes from his throat, puddling in the surrounding air. He again places limb in front of limb to rustle through their rooms, past dusty boots and a pipe wrench shedding it's long-dry, creek bank skin, sounding his kidnapped lover's voice, knowing the silent walls reject him.
	Its all been written
		before somewhere before under the tree I ripped off the paper tossed the ribbon away and didn't understand at first He said shake it shake it and white swirls around inside the little clear globeswirls around the smiling plastic figure planted at the center glued down and captured in red and green molded plastic set in the middle of the little globe watching white swirl when I choose to shake it white from my cigarette swirls up the glass and drifts around my cigarette shakes and white swirls around me planted in this chair watching the white swirl when my cigarette shakes snow drifts up to the air ceiling and swirls around people rushing from home are planted behind desks at machines with schedules under a smoldering light peering down just one eye squinting as white papers and cigarette smoke swirl through rooms and around the building shake a little more as they swirl back drifting around behind the glass surrounding them planted here to plant their wives children husbands lovers relatives friends under the glass of their houses so those lovers relatives friends husbands wives will plant them behind desks at machines with schedules under the squint of their smoldering eye watching white swirl beneath the plexi sky as they coat their children in red and green clothes to plant at desks behind machines under schedules so one burning eye can squint down as the room shakes a little and whitepaperwhitepollutionwhitedustwhite snow exhales swirls and drifts up and swirls back around when someone chooses to grab the globe and shake takes a pause from their boredom to shake decides to watch the red and green molded plastic people fade into the swirl they shake and drift back into boredom again drift again back again
	I Have a Dream... on visiting the site of the game
main page issue index copyright notice submitting subscribing about the Journal   email us at tim_wood@datawranglers.com   If you're viewing Negations via another frame-based site, you can reach us directly at http://www.datawranglers.com		Sunlight and snow flurry down through the hole in the stadium roof. The flurries speckle the uniforms Troy Aikman and Deion Sanders on the right Roger Staubach and Drew Pearson on the left They line up to close the half. Staubach goes back, Drew Pearson goes deep and the ball lofts glitters for a moment in the falling nature and then gently sails down field. A roar ends the half the players fade. Ross Perot, L.B.J. and Sam Houston Lean towards the glass faces of their skyboxes. The flurries thicken, pulse, thump Everyone silent Words appear on the dome A single dozen filling the space A second group of words glow into view on the falling snow drifting light They hang in mid-air opposing complementing the visions on the walls. The audience joins the work 100,000 voices create a dijeridoo buzz summoning and amplifying each pair of lines summoning the sunlight burst into a spectrum snow buries the floor the roof stretches higher stands and then skyboxes disappear in white voices crescendo roof bursts open the dijeridoo roll of voice word color splashes the highways the sky it fills my eyes fills everything it is glorious my dream this dream the dream is glorious