I feel sure you will be pleased
with our product: it is
a coil spring comes wintrily into
as house plants
react first to the longer light:
but begin all
enterprise with celebration: measures
on the sand by
fluttering rush, sail, heart spun in
a resonance between
departure, grief and adventure of
change, the hurry and detail,
sudden calamity
of shoving off, moorless into a hunk of
time that may
round back to greet its other edge:
may:
(nothing is so phony as an incomplete
obscurity-it needs spelling
into its deepest outing,
surrounding into its biggest bulging:
when it gets aglitter
it grows black: what to make of a
hinted thing
where the mind’s not traveled
but a botch: but spelled out any
spiel can pick enough surfage up
to drum a sea loose)
I just ate a green banana: it is in
me now mushed and gushy: there is
nothing small enough to conjure clarity with:
take the bathroom spider wintered thin:
so thin
bleached out against walls
life seems in him a brown taint that
lacking might make him water or crisp:
he spun an open-ended house
(safety, closed up to perfection,
traps, he knows)
in the ceilingwall sharp
angle:
(well then I will take a mere
suasion!
a drift
as of earth into light, the chorus
dancing to the right,
left, a multimedial parlance:
well I will take just the angle
the waves come out of the sea, say,
the way they break down their length
in a continuous moving roar:
I don’t care how many drops of
water there are
or how totally they are water or how
the ocean is nothing (figuratively
speaking) else: I identify waves,
they have an
action, many actions: I’ve seen them
come straight in, crest first in
the middle, break outward both ways
and leave behind
a pyramid of foam: I’ve never
seen a drop of water do that:)
at night he rides down to the white
sink
and hums in a drop of water’s
uptight edge: I try to think
of what he eats
so winter skinny, such a bugless
winter: maybe those tiny book lice
leave learning
scoot ceilings sometimes and suffer
the usual
confrontation with reality:
or I think dandruff scales soaked in
droplets
drift dripping proteins loose that
drunk skirl spiders into hallelujahs
of darkening:
from the state of distress a pill can
remove you: meanwhile the blue
spruce
is perilously unaffected:
it’s monsterless here:
the
bayberry in a green sweep, breeze
lively:
indifferent as lace:
swipes, swatches, smears, luminous
samplers: what is
the existence in the argument of what
the argument
is about: precise but unspecified,
hunted out, turned from, disguised,
brunted:
order, strict,
is the shadow of flight:
I mean because of the lusterless
structure
the wing has rein: fact
is the port of
extreme navigation:
where footprints
disappear at the edge of melting snow
hesitation breaks mindfully into itself:
the fairgrounds
(hill meadows, aslant
triangular sweepclosings of heights,
scrub fringes, yangs of woods,
lovely sumac and sassafras, golden
clumps of grass
rising to a wind line, commas
the pheasant’s tail, long,
perfect for disappearance in
winter weeds, clumpy printwork
of rabbits
over hedge-kept floats of snow …
I don’t know what all there is
but there’s more than plenty and
that’s just it there’s too much
except for, there’d be too much
except for the outgrowth of soothing
hills)
sporting goods
nip and tuck
scoops
scopes
scrimps &
scroungings
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