You can’t get around them.
They wheel their kids with a parent’s eyes,
the road and road forever.
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Birds our partners with respect to the vanishing point
We need no camera obscura
to put us
proportionate on the line.
We’re changing shapes whatever we do.
We body out the ghost till we’re sucked on through.
When fear comes it spreads like fire in the dry season
That brief sick hope of escape
is willing grass and the comeliest of tinder.
Where is the rock, the lake?
He’s wide-eyed in a glade
in a smoky wood.
He tries to piss it away, the dirty dream.
And succeeds. The dream isn’t the problem.
Where is your faith, man?
He thinks of all he’s afraid of,
of all the present and future threats.
He checks the clock. And prays. And twists
and turns.
A man’s a man, though a little slow
till he’s swift as smoke in Idaho.
Now the dots have flown the dice
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’!
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?
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