Flowes Forward
The choice has always been
Money? and we all are slowly
drained into for we have been
set up always as alternatively
Nothing or Something
its as close as we want to get
residue of fear frightened
into living giving up
Where here I come again
drip into house
bees against the window
slowly looking in
great forms moving in the darkness
the monoliths established in obscurity
some ancient purpose or some modern art
(doing something rather for its own sake)
to be something out of all these parts
how long shall I weep in the city of my forebears
how long shall I visit the false city of my making
I crawl between acts
and fret at the smallness in weakening light
there are trees along the bank
that reach down under the river
and how far above is their view
though their green eyes shudder and drink
we cannot believe our lives
or even
this
our disrobing
constellations upon the river surface
upon the insect eyes
the foliage invariably stricken
wheels seen through the leaves
a stranger crucified
fish marvelous endure
twice in two days a dream
two nights in a row this aisle
enamoured of a cloud
produced into his hand
things not away
a terrible viscosity
iinstead of 'afterwards' instead of 'ask for him'
my sixty dollars buys
boiled woolen jacket
a bush erupts in finches
an unknown word FLASHES
mixing bowl remind you
ownerless
I fail to understand
something so high that looked so small
has fallen to Earth and is Giant
A lot of people are talking
mildew upon one acre of corn
it is a kingdom; not only a house
if thine could carry thee so low
as to think that thou wert become some other this
a fish, a dogge that had fed upon thee
