from Head

The Houdini of sleep slips in
and out of the day on the metro.
The Houdini wraps and disrobes,
ties and parts, twists and knots
with saliva, closed eyes, and the audience.
Throbbing night penis-body in
greasy, blue nylon Delco Remy auto parts jacket:
zipped over head, sleeves tucked deep in pants;
arms wrapped in front, straight at side;
sleeves out of pants tied behind neck;
rocking effortlessly prone over vibrating seats
in the half erect world of train.
Ever last excitation half spent
half going in luck nether world of over done.
The binding and twisting rag of Houdini
in the rocking train of sleep.
The Houdini slept here.
The Houdini slept everywhere.
The Houdini escapes from the future of our sleep.

     -Glen Mannisto

Dispatch Detroit Vol. 1