Seth Landman

Global Widespread Panic


You like celebrating the landing
signal, the tower.

Down the elevator moved yesterday's fichus.

We moved down Elizabeth Street
and Elizabeth felt like a reptile in the sun

a gesture from an airplane,

material for two worlds.

I want to break
these thoughts,

to break over an audience

and feel odd for a while and perfectly sane.

To carry your panic in the apartment,

in the lingering sense things
in a system won't turn to you.

Year-to-year do you consider
achitectural vision.

In this, that you are near me,
and sign screaming inside.

That I drove the truck and that I hear you.

Starting over among the fragments building

as the crowd cheers.