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oral gibbous
a parted creature, an aberration
so sickening this is over and now you begin to say that the homeless population
of strawberry mansion, a parlor trick, keep stone peddling
they have died like decimal points and have subtracted an entire solar year just to harvest rye
now I am angry because you told me I would suffer for a thousand years
so I braid my hair in knots
and Margaret, the next time you look at me,
remember it is the myrrh you brought
with you that night that I remember most
and not your silly communications about the world religion
I am afraid to say anything more, so I shut up
and build a new toad pool with guessing jars
I am attracted to the salt on your lips
the isolation mentioned in the dictionary is the only isolation that can be felt
truly, a needle in the wood equals one hundred pieces of saw dust and flint
tomorrow I will put your entry back into the encyclopedia of the world where it rightly belongs
but for now, keep your guesswork calculating the springtime until the morose nature of the woodland beasts fractures, and your pygmies keep us guessing in the back of their minds
the figures of these eminent men in the hall of cloaks left over from storm drain poseidon
I am carrying a bushel of your worn out shock techniques, so I am still startled
I guess I could quickly become a sorry ladder you can prop up over the radiator waiting for cheap heat to ventilate the air in our dormitory apartment
you trident whistler, you are nothing more than a backslide so I can’t keep this regression
I am dancing at this silly club staring at myself in the mirror because I am the most interesting girl here by far and I want myself
all this cloudy dust that gathers along the rims of this gyrating foolhardy dance storm is just a community of insurgents
so narcissus still camouflage this moment
she doesn’t think I am real, and that is the problem
I am a ghost putty that crawls along the wall
this is the most holy reason I am staring at Margaret
and when she stares back I want her to know that the world is over and that climax yesterday was a suffrage of women voters
I have signed over a mortgage, not that I think it’s fair to leave money in the bank
they told me yesterday to cash in my loan check but the school hasn’t shut down like the farmer’s almanac predicted
I’m still waiting for her to show up for a Margaret Meade christening of the forest
I am still waiting for the holy refrain of the lottery announcement that the money I thought I brought to donate to the soup kitchen is really in the meager hands of those who own the thrift store
Margaret Meade dressing room where I dress up like an anthropologist
and wait to be told that the bed needs making and my hands are a quitting instrument for the fair
she won me a monkey! she won me a monkey!
that is completely fair
Jeremy you haven’t shoveled the driveway
so the snow is caked onto the street still and I have to go to work
but they won’t miss me at the suburu dealership
where I spend all my time pressing bargain signs on the windows
of sedans
Bethesda Maryland pick me up, I am driving to the heartland where Mary lives
to regain my shovel so I can spoon this dirt off the land
and forget that I was left here by the mountains
that sue knew I was quaking in the other room with my dollars in my pockets and for years she kept me
and honey you are just a backslide, so I can’t enter this regression
there was lightening on the way to Colorado Springs, and it was the first lightening like that I had seen in my young life
I saw the same lightening when I met Jennifer at the performing arts complex, I think it was just because she was tall and I was a centipede and we got along together
she told me that the myth of the poet was dead, so I sat upright in my chair and wondered where the games would go
I walked along Pearl Street breaking my neck
alleluia, the farm has disappeared and all the camels have been sent to the penitentiary
I am carrying a bushel of your deconditions, so I better arm myself
Johnny, you are the most putrid excuse of a lightening rod I have ever met
so I will speed down this highway until I make it to Baltimore
You know, I feel very bad about it. I feel limited and handicapped.
What singles it out:
Five fingers. Four limbs. Two eyes. A brain.
The people in their cribs giving way to the shoes they have to buy to better amputate an eyeball
No interrogation, no excommunication
This is a tryst
No sooner the communist party was born than the Christian world cast from a tree and squashed the honey bees who were spraying their stuff all over the frigid flowers
Moreover, this attitude is how the Phoenicians kept their camps alive
They returned to the gulags and read their Darwin books
They hung themselves with fiber optics to the trees like jitterbugs
On the way to Bethesda, the Christian world went wild. It was the last harvest of the Canaan crop, and all the shepherds were preparing their soups to take to the clam shelter where Margaret Meade was in the dressing room gathering up anthropologist skirts to make it to the heartland
Today’s climbing era is a bit different. Regarding kindness for cruelty, there is a certain professionalism in the camping required before a climb.
It feels limited, but it’s more like a proteus buoyed in a hot ball of magma rolling into the campground.
Three men camping raise their shields, and wind comes from the east to wipe away campfire.
The hedges must be clipped, and iron ore planted beneath the soil.
In the aftermath of camping, the fishing gear must be plugged into the basin of the water jars where her sperm is kept solid, not frozen
Stories of such legendary people climbing the mountains of Yosemite, coming with calves to sacrifice to the literature of demand
If you accept this as it is, smile. Do not ask it to be another world.
