had my fill
an infelicity

then he

turned every word over
to a line a splotch here and
here

the picture’s timeless except in
its meanings utterly present not dumb
as marked

still you do want sense I do
I do sense want still

along the seed-path to
many deaths many births I said

drink water it’s never
the same solution as thought
not

conjured as product of
the single roaring whoosh
of an engine

onward as back and forth
just say this and cloud-gaze
along

while the country goes bloody
a long while then settles
into books and pictures

I’m finally the prince
who came out
grinning

suddenly not picturesque as a glass-
broken sparrow inartful corpse
crammed with fact

Comments

Maureen

Thank you

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