shimmering waves
all around me :::
a pegasus wiping his
tears, confounds me--
this madrigal girl, w/
a heart like a calculator
beaming his bird brightly colored
up --
toward heaven, or to
her nemesis :: wives in
the kitchen and Connecticut
from Beverly to Hilary are heavenly.
backing up now, away from
the straw, away from her manic
abbreviations of wood. my body
makes water like papyrus
made scrolls -- except the plant
was not ashamed of what he
shed off. Grooms and Latter-Days
and boys without spittoons, shining
Mexicans' shoes with ribald glee.
If you want to know the truth just
ask me and I'll tell you, I'm in charge
here, In charge of everything, In chase
of this moment likewise, like this is
how a person begets betterness.
I don't like cloves or garlic but butter
is just right, now. Like borrowing or
robbery, I tell you what I think ---
nice scenery. Expecting some kind
of better judgment to seize me, but
I'm disjointed and breezy. Gaps &
windows open, a slow lonely purpose.
I've kind of lost my steam even though
I can still sort of keep it out. Of the trees
again, the false presence or the false
dichotomy. Broke her back on the back
of the fraternity. I wanted to make it
easy. For somebody. To remember me,
this parcel or this empty bassinet. I don't
believe in locomotion, I believe in parsimoniously
telling the truth--and the spell is over.
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