Loose ends of a loose week

He is the boy wonder
with his water-colour
Diluting misery
until it flows down mountains.
A mood becomes a landscape
in the oral tradtion
drifitng
the arm that screamed on the toboggan
around him now's a lullabye.

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Through plastic like - Watteau? -
A tree, nature's watery brain
Murky like love, thing I get nervous
just thinking of
or Brown grown green

ONE
CENT
CANADA
-
1915
gorgeous Rex next door with the Indian Empress
buzzwire bee chases me indoors to kiss your trenchant knee

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There's somebody here & then there's somebody there
A sketch for definition
An act of the imagination and hands
hand me the same body
Is it the same person

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"A jailbreak is different from"
A sit in the park
Denuded of names & mythologies
Free to be atheclectic, jugular, dog-wrestling
Tennis-popping embolizer
A lunge away from them
The jerking mad boys or
The zombified tree

Leads to where - "is there a doctor in the park"
("dealing here" or "on the dale")
Keep your stories in a black sack
Gag your mouth - a fly sneaks out
Snapped flat in the shuttered black book

Itys aid us to swallow our cooks
backwash of breakfast, want ads, merciful apologies

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impovere
breakfast of clover

guard my daughter but none too close
& not in my house where she was
minted & roseprinted
& knew no evil but our own

now you scramble your stinkbugs in her eggs
as well tattoo the devil on your beater

impatient impressions of the self
on the world's meat flowers

gone my tongue
my dong my my

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It's the two-world duplexer
past the booth-centred centennial celestial snooze centre
above & below, in air & water
too late to send out for a sunset
moontwaddle confessions
run & flee & turn into a weed
wind blows out your nose
with a new awareness
flares of point of view
epistolary peregrinations
words spread on wafers
dry out by day break
green provocative gardening
is work so worthwhile
even though a bucketful of raspberries
each morning yield their hundred-and-one
red-meaty drupelets to your tongue
not beguiled by oblivion
the obvious
lust or
the arrows of advertising


*

plant as brick
a wreathe of sirens
flung through the window
a neck
a regular ambassador
sung a sassy nation
hung potted meat
3 bottles shot
box under her arm
strapped in over a controlled bomb
mysteries of worship known to initiates
under inspection with a good lawyer
read the cement lines
talk spacetime
& to your friend
the end
in arctic cylinders crashing


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He walks down the long walkway
a man in a suit
gray hair and hands that sneer
while his lips smirk
Eyes empathic and creased
with vanishing points a long throw down
the lawn to the periphery
He has a plan in his briefcase to plunder the garden
and the influence and strategy to pull it off
He has returend from exile
If you met him, you'd like him
Even his filthy habits
Even as you starve

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Beautiful Music

Handel soundlessly throught the hoop
as a shrivelled flower in bromo-seltzer
The bubbles in the glass popping
to car alarms & starlight
is sunshine shattering windows
This dream is an abandoned building
side-slung and flesh-feeding
This story is fruit-fly oratory
A moratorium on the Roman in you
Jesu Christu who I knew as a Jew
Philosophy a rat's allegory
To chew through - like Art
or Cages - the building of moments or
The shattering of monuments

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Plenitude

Newton's roasted quince in winter
a bee diddling the asters
compute eclectic amputations for my scrapbook
wildflower worship a manhole beyond the sea
why every flower wants to drown
is beyond me

The sidewalk's black with mulberries
a rich street
Sunday morning prickup
stick up and wilt
minds like leaves or shed petals
we're going to a poetry party
if we get these grants we can eat
out and save money

Outside his house I don't call John because I'd rather watch
couples get out of new cars in new clothes
and eat eggs and talk about babies
I'm not jealous or impatient though right now alone
The engine's off they keep biking by
through ingenuous odors and landscaping
where we could go
oh
Won't it freeze or at least slow down a while