Oxygen and bronze—
A father’s lilac hideout
(Cloud hammer hideaway)
(Spade on the table)
Not far away enough
For oblivion, too close
For obscurity— basement
Full of paper— upstairs
Full of babies— two elemental
Beauties by blood and egress
By cardinal and garden—
Harbored and freed
With the finches
That nibble
Your backyard
Bare.
15 May 2008
An abrupt abutment
of broad earth and wide air
is a line that draws him
without end to the boundary
of wide earth and broad air.
He plows a square on the plain
without end to the boundary,
the bent hedgepost by the sun.
He plows a square on the plain
he inherits and stares past
the bent hedgepost by the sun,
beyond a town, across [...]
GRISAILLE AND SANGUINE
White horses of advertisements, or so—
How quickly our habits pass backward—
A lucky strike, an arrow central
Or a ball spinning proper to the pin—
This paper punches, the black on white
With splash of red for memory—
Every recollection of death
And every contention with the present—
When we’re certain you’re still alive.
Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so. After
all, the sky flashes, the great sea yearns, we
ourselves flash and yearn, and moreover my mother
told me as a boy (repeatingly) ‘Ever to confess
you’re bored means you have no
Inner Resources.’ I conclude now I have no inner
resources, because I am heavy bored. Peoples bore
me, literature [...]
Once upon a time there was an error
So ridiculous so minute
No one could have paid attention to it
It couldn’t stand
To see or hear itself
It made up all sorts of nonsense
Just to prove
That it really didn’t exist
It imagined a space
To fit all its proofs in
And time to guard its proofs
And the world to witness them
All that [...]
