Many misfortunes
Owe to
A toughness in the joints.
As they age a worldiness of the body blossoms.
To become firm those angles, they ache
And say,
You must say goodbye to the dexterity of
So many summers.
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
April, II
Inhabitant love lives here. To oversimplify it, it is
Like magic.
Before magic can be magic
It must by the parameters of
Its own religious coherence
Seem impossible.
Like magic.
Before magic can be magic
It must by the parameters of
Its own religious coherence
Seem impossible.
April.
See the management of the soul:
You know, the tender magnificence
Will astonish you considerably less
Than the inevitability that
You will lose sight of it.
You know, the tender magnificence
Will astonish you considerably less
Than the inevitability that
You will lose sight of it.
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
'I Wonder'
I wonder if it isn't a raucousness in the ensuing
Kids
That makes what they find in love
Silly,
And in desperation
Color?
Kids
That makes what they find in love
Silly,
And in desperation
Color?
Sunday, April 18, 2010
The legion of corners.
The problem you will
Find in faith
Lies in the legion of
Corners.
It or more accurately they
Await
The persuasive swagger
Or pristinest bell
Of a girl's gaiting air
To round just one
And make of the truest map
A tacky web.
Find in faith
Lies in the legion of
Corners.
It or more accurately they
Await
The persuasive swagger
Or pristinest bell
Of a girl's gaiting air
To round just one
And make of the truest map
A tacky web.
Saturday, April 17, 2010
Clearing.
This particular area is clouded over on the map.
Years ago, back
In fact
When your people first arrived
It was hacked clear,
But never graphed.
The moseying sunlight was in place,
A yellow willowy arm shuffling newborn
Years ago, back
In fact
When your people first arrived
It was hacked clear,
But never graphed.
The moseying sunlight was in place,
A yellow willowy arm shuffling newborn
Shadows in the fronds
And fresh disposes.
No, nothing portended an end of
Times or crop failures, or
Any thing of the like to that trodding generation's grace.
All the same, some impetus thrived
So with almanacs, recipes and their own host of
Pregnancies in carriage they disassembled and
In disassembling disarchived the entire space.
Cast to the side were all but
Your black barkarole, the trampled corridor
And other roses.
And fresh disposes.
No, nothing portended an end of
Times or crop failures, or
Any thing of the like to that trodding generation's grace.
All the same, some impetus thrived
So with almanacs, recipes and their own host of
Pregnancies in carriage they disassembled and
In disassembling disarchived the entire space.
Cast to the side were all but
Your black barkarole, the trampled corridor
And other roses.
Saturday, April 10, 2010
On a Cole Porter song.
The song rhyme must be
Written like a sturdy murder
mystery, beginning with
a surprise,
then moving
In reverse
Through
the rest of it
As needed.
Friday, April 9, 2010
Waterlimos.
This is how the night will play out:
No waterlimos, no gulls to descend
On peanut bags, no bag boater's shout.
No reason to shout.
The vine won't wither when you
Decide a kiss goes afoul
Of me.
The grape won't taste of poison
The gland won't spout.
What nature, my tongue
And these lines
Should profit
Content to go elsewhere,
Diverge, disambiguate, reroute
Will decelerate.
As if by suggestion of numbers
A pudgy zero will think, then mouth
Maybe there:
Navigate a tipping bow by it, then
Lose it in the heaving salts, eye
craning, wisdom and its bounding amount,
Hereabouts.
No waterlimos, no gulls to descend
On peanut bags, no bag boater's shout.
No reason to shout.
The vine won't wither when you
Decide a kiss goes afoul
Of me.
The grape won't taste of poison
The gland won't spout.
What nature, my tongue
And these lines
Should profit
Content to go elsewhere,
Diverge, disambiguate, reroute
Will decelerate.
As if by suggestion of numbers
A pudgy zero will think, then mouth
Maybe there:
Navigate a tipping bow by it, then
Lose it in the heaving salts, eye
craning, wisdom and its bounding amount,
Hereabouts.
Monday, April 5, 2010
Blue moon.
Sharks in windows.
Sunday, April 4, 2010
A short-lived custom.
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