Now that the dots have flown the dice,
you’d say my odds are even.
But they’re not really gone,
they just walked in –
to the leopard’s back they’re cleavin’!
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For once twice cheese
They say it’s bad for you
but look at the mice,
they’re thriving
At the signpost of the last shattering
I thought I’d find Percy,
whiskey in hand.
But ay no, ay no,
just metal shot through,
wind bleeding,
and stars to plug the holes
Pictures of Dartmouth empty of people
Columns of white, and woods all around.
Where sleep the provost, the virgin, the leaper?
Questions burn answers. Dark is the sound.
Cows you keep your pastures unto me
Puffy, puffy, glistening –
you’re queen duke jack
kaisers of the green!
A perfect fall day
For perfection lay not
in the opt-
i-
mal-
suffusion of color,
but in the anticipation thereof.
A happy thought!
until I thought,
If this green is perfect,
then perfect is past,
on the day I should’ve seen
this day coming.
I’m going to bed to think of you, sky
Of why you wait
and the things that you say.
What was that trick
you did with the rain –
swirling to scatter
leaves, but no matter,
one day you’ll keep
your promise again?
Campfire in the woods, east of Eden
Guard the secret
star you stole.
Hide it dark
within your eye.
Wait for dawn,
smoke will teach
you how to tell
the lovely lie.
Let’s back up to that day
When plum-sucked juice
dizzied the man
who dared to be gladdened
by you in your youth
Your splendid evanescence
Is an icon of the Lord –
your coming and going,
the fact that you exist.
Where did you learn to
to walk through walls?
Who taught the vanishing
to raise the dead?
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