p l a i n e r

undiluted and particular

Now that the breath has blown out of me again

I recognize off the edge of a field that homey

Work comforts the center more. But I can't find

It. So I prefer a cardigan over a v-neck, but

They're so hard to find at an affordable price.

I'M RESPONSIBLE. Cries the keyboard. It's a

Mistake I meant to type. Or how the landscape

Blushes, thinking any one of us might be a

Painter at loose ends. Meaning to cut back on

Residential chiaroscuro for Scandal's sake. I'm

Not ranging much from the palace lately. Either.

old nymph takes the cure

In the dirt made of words. This extensive root system

Pings my ferocities into Effort. Mint goes wherever

Mint wants or needs to go. Was it Happening always.

Ever since the lack of a steel ring. Steering itself.

The runners came to Cameras subtle & bitter. Castles.

Available as flinty rock. Go on. Keep trying. Say it's

My turn. My turn useful. My turn inept. Explanation.

and it reminded me

Think something and say it. Wrestling

Is a sport of solitude but not a solitary sport.

Now that's a relief. Once you've said something

It can be tested against your embarrassments.

An embarrassment of prose, for instance. Or

An embarrassment of political syntax. Just think

What might come to the newly constituted reader.

Silent in confusion. Swamped in all this clarity.

dizzy comfortable birthing bin

Or to begin sincerely there alone and violent.

These are my fingers staring.

What is that kind of laugh he does?

Yr supposed to be music or at least a stone.

The whole world is whole, you see. It's a recognition in time. Oh, I see you're being philosophical. Who taught you that? Nobody I just mean. Parts aren't ever just that. But about this violence. The problem is theirs, not yours.

Look. Evidence?

But why would anybody care to memorize?

Who puts their pretty picture up in their unexceptional youth?

Who fars flat? Who humans the place?

eventually which will follow

How we all strained toward meaning This

Is what we meant to understand. What

Crafty gents we're meant to be in pants

Or dresses. We meant to be variations.

On the old line. We'll never know if we're

Good enough to publish but we keep on

Publishing rudely exclusive. Merrily inept.

Look how all these pictures make us look

So pretty and presumptuous. In American.

they had a wonderful entrance

A sleep farm in trousers. About

Tension at the center. Wherein

An athlete composes. Sudden

Bouts of goo descend from. Noses

Peppered & otherwise. Flagrant

Dreaming in friendship's net. About

A week later trouble. Arise

Gay brothers and sisters. Combine

In strange affirmations. Cartons

Of rain destiny glue. Robust

In your ordinary. Retreats.

sung completely to species

While this last eight miles makes melody

Of oral feet. There. Expect me on the tenth

With soundly built on what used to be the

Freeway of the folk-rock explosion. Now

Sweetly that I can't remember anything

Someone said today. It was funny but War's

Also forgettable. Just as we were learning

How les arpéges flow. Baroque & elegiac

Caught fire a compost burnt & puffed off

To the Unearthly bossa nova. Artscuffed I

Pronounced it. Counter-grammasophical.

and that thought that

Which is does. Thank you.

A string of likelihoods. News!

Must always come so.

What could any of us?

Is does of course but how?

For flowers and fruit.

For curtains. Torture!

Is does only near the end.

And the blame which.

And the fiery goof.

Not to have seen is.

But just now near the end.

so i avoided them

All of a sudden we're supposed to be

Full of the old life. Like razors or catholics.

Supposed to have processed and excreted

The rhythms and liars that liked rain.

Old teeth ruby red old eyes.

A couple detergent excesses.

Every spontaneous headsong.

Like me in my complaints we're supposed

To be scuttled in our newfound plenties.

Of parks and stems and gruesome loveliness.

So we're supposed. And we're ready.

seems to result

Because I resolved at the start that these would have nothing to do

With me because I wanted to find a place for good that held

More light and space than I ever could and standing next to a

Dead rosebush I know what gas engines never could do on their own

Because here's death and here's a line of children dressed for a game

Of Go Get Lost or Jump Like a Spider but none of them

Guessed right so I had to be It once and for all because

Pretty soon it would be too dark for games pretty soon it would

Shuffle around our ears like nerves and then where would we be because

We weren't going to last through the night at least I wasn't because

I'd decided to fill a hole full of dead plants and burn them

Because well that's my secret and none of your business but it's nice

To find something so utterly gone so completely not anywhere at all here