When it crashes incorporated

When it crashes and we lose all our informations
the secrets like a series of mossy crotch
glowing dyed green through white wedding dresses
all over the.

When it crashes and we loses all our appointments
and addresses and the stadium ethereal beneath
dovelike feet we know it crashes.

When it crashes and it feels itself upwards
through fleshy blossoms, fissures bleeding
solemnly and the fishlike mouth off-center
moves and swears. Then we'll know

it's going the way the one-winged seagulls went
when they wove themselfs into the cleansing air
(that birdless eyes call poison) above
our favorite personal volcano.