in case the lake is also the sky
over the lake are too many rules
in the matter of rules they wave
above a spirited fascist salute
and the sky takes its bloody time
more than a guest of the lake's
pure maturity more like a turn
more like a bloody good aeroplane
the page demanded
not as landscape
down or through
I forget how
lessons I forget
boughs on a tough
cosmos or guessing
leaves are good
'if you take me away from my poems, I have nothing' Al renders Anne
the trunk is solid or the trunk sings a range or unbent burrows run
to live forever without reduction on a ledge toward beauty's anyone
without inflation in a box of cool solutions good movies end a vision
more like a thousand bowls than portraits or planet's thought-fed rain
'how many songs' sought the Uber sought a quick brown nut or a tune
'everybody's thinking obeys' a hatchwork or chatwork of impulses
'god-given' say demon-driven survivors in SEDIMENT of sleep-waking
he's in grey fields she's involved with cattle he's full of paint
and still driving words to water in patience as a Taken not a Given
Not likely. No secular poetry ever. But plenty of profanity.
'a process rather akin to dream-work' But then you'd always.
Cook it. Conjuring handles for your bikes and baskets. Say
there's a place out back. Then a strategy for getting into it.
Apart from a car. A honk without birds. And there you are.
With nothing to say to you again. As fist in face. Enjoyable
enough in its going forth on waves. Of unlikely moments. No.
'so you don't have to invent romantic myths diamond' mines
No. Just advance in the likely direction of your schemes. Go.
There'd be surprising things in poems. We'd grin politely. Secretly
rise up in mist. Evaporate nicely. Go on.
Didn't you think I'd notice how you loved our new city. Sleepily. Gone
through towers to meadows to time. Not time.
More complicated conditions in this refurbished independence. I'm
found. Under a local bridge. Surprised. And by.
My incapacities go on. You'll drop by with or without pasta. We'll eat
from the bottom. And seriously. How wasn't I.
Could this be what Thanking arranges. A pleasant continuation. Some for
drinks some substance going on. Some How.
Certainly too many said. Yes then for clearly. I've said so.
There's 'one in Love' taken several ways. You never know.
They (words, say) wander in. Some eat and go. Some stay.
To know what glory means. But a noun. Buy me breakfast.
A standard shifts to evenings without regret. To language.
As an auto or an orange. A guess or an architect or a gun.
'enjoy your walking time' a 'modern' move a clap a hand
a few parts a line simple in direction ready in place
correct yourself but the mess we've made in all this
holds the train gone the flight somewhere over utah
How the headache comes first after
he loss or lost a box to learn it faster
that someone can laugh at the sound she makes
most us can't but's distinct as bird to say
'distinct parts of the problem sound like me'.
Might be crap inspected and rejected for fertilizer. Some mistake in the makeup.
As if the universe could want something we have to give. Softly. We've been given.
A figure apart. No doubt. One of many. You'll want to feel how cool the room sits.
No moves the lines like happiness. As difficulty signs up for the dream to drop.
I like Four Eyes now and then It's curtains for you soon Doc says Bugs. Drink up.
Go quiet a way. How left from right produces some new jazz not everyone can swill.
How close we close will set how high we heave to follow through in depth of deeps.
Rejected for every good reason mistakes carry honest weight in solemn assembly.
The problem in his whistling nonentities. Something for a loss of substance a diet.
Set long ago without a dictionary. While the world you know the whole round world.
Registers wonder in sinless pine, locust, redbud, cottonwood, aspen, oak. All one.
Stews in the juices we squoze for comfort. Unbought back. Or's too late to deviate.
then too bluntly how about "the problem is always the same"
The problem approaches from the street or from a cloud Guess
who's got the shakes at sea like any sane person Wasn't you
the guy who stood off & sputtered the sky the god the pain
and was getting it right as far as we knew Who sat untroubled
served the lines until they shrunk & so left the armed forces
alone to score them selfs & make up broken dark'nings unread
This wasn't a problem so long as we could read summer a song
about tangling in our salted wind-making parts Feel wholes &
sanities coming through long-trafficked patterns of hoping us
onto lakes & plains Wide fastened rugs of light as understood
O feelings my Feelings oh my feelings
I get you in I get you in The Ideal in
Chicago sitting abundantly in tiny rooms
I get you in Justice in Penance & Terrible
Explanations I get you in a vincible ruin
not unlike something you need to remember
the day we drove I get you in 3-D in grass
Oh feelings I get you in the left lanes or
Chased by The Dramatic I get you in that
Did you remember I got you in
those funny books like The Nearly Modern
An Idea We Got In China The New Thank You
and Really Living Lately
I get you in how
you look up & sort of step away from the
most friendly images
You take ordinary
or I don't like it so much
oh feelings up on the bridge I get
to watch you
& get to stumble with you
now trivial & lost in
Reading slower and slowed the new thing
to a brain and its hands fresh tense stories
it'll all disappear
Casting up the forces tells a good thing
out toward the brain slowly to read us aghast
we'll all disappear
or disappear as if reading a book slowly
It's a common casting for swindler's pearls
this thing at last
or words given reading burn like tongues
or likelihoods of nouns in series like trouble
eventually all disappear
the left over
go on awhile and on.