"Things seen ... "
1.
Things seen staring down a subway grate.
The committee argues the irrelevant details.
This a job for two pianos. "He's a player" and she's
The ghost of Debussy rippling the mercury.
The frog in the rock without an anus is an angel.
She smiles and the light swells to pink.
She has big toes, like all angels.
Her name is pronounced the American way
shouted from a soapbox racer
the shadow censoring her face
the camera spins around the rec-room
a crazy Morricone. His
dances wildly, disturbing the children.
What do you want, lustery wisdom of pearls?
If money were no object, I would have no objections.
The boarded-up house was jumping with electricity
but the invisibles are unmentionable.
How you've changed.
I
would have nothing.
Wooing you under the table.
After the unfolding, it was lost in the symmetry
creases providing the false taxonomies.
2.
Your slick emotions loll on a $10 sunset cruise.
The pulpy bilge lands on on a pair of cops or marketing squad.
The violet smoky dusk roiled, trapped in the bay of
Kayakistan and
a wave startles the shark.
Tonight the sky is muscular and your face breaks
into the destruction understanding brings.
The little brown duck floats through the reflection of a green battery
& now the clouds are grey.
The duck swims through a fountain of fears.
Little bold duck.
Elsewhere buildings burn like cigars
like new love
the heat off a bus.
City hall's palms & fountains are
a landscape as unnatural as thought
& the helicopter through it dredging the birdshit
off names of buildings. But enough with the trees.
Bumming around at night
where tourists go the stairs & arches
the stars in the moldy ceiling. A death in March.
Cab of salvation
frog driver
croaking operatic streetcorner
"Madness!" cries the excitable one
running around the room & hiding behind furniture.
The doves are a nice touch
childhood ends and the intrigue smolders
I leave with a roaring Cro-Magnon
Behind the pharmacy, a red house
a big side garden. "But
Mary, don't you wanna light
up?"
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