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16 March 2013

shimmering waves


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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