A dagger of the surreal,
the import of the important
acidic yet sweet as a grove of oranges.
Streets defining a campus
and yet the surreal is so naked and fleshily cast.
Inanity and the surface slaying
: the self construction with boiled beans;
sleep, and what will not rest your mind
what we seek is more than the Atmospheric Skull.
How this enigma will never William Tell.
Cyclists rule the roost here and reign
so supreme as dogs and wintry masks
and here the car-independent is seen
as idolatry: a fading star.
Joggers, hikers with whiskers, the off-key Klezmer musician
mix in a near student revenue.
Here life is by the second,
a soul is near Thebes uncontrollable.
The public aorta ought to
pump vehicular blood–
the retiree simmers in his and her near independence
what was to morning-be -–is inconsistent.
Rolling wheel and canine cast no glance
and what chance–this age of steel
and risk and mix
of confusion, and maddening cast glance
auto and the superficial.
Merchant Square squanders
tourist and local
readjust the trifocal.
Live oaks with winnowy razor-sharp edged leaf,
wren: the Virginia wren so bubbly and chubby
seeks the venomous William and Mary spider
as if Lucifer hid under the Mockingbirds song to grief.
Here strife is a bitter morning stir.
Tom Jefferson, merely 16 years of age
trod this confusion when it was mere sod.
sway to the rhythm of the ragtime drum
hung around after twilight, gray
the fair for Shadow
rest little one, rest
your soul is so small
your sleep overcomes everything so small.
you see not
you feel the fire within your breast
you were born of a blessed nest,
glitter and hood bling
rain the drop of window hark hoodie,
ripple your best upon the strand lapp so hearty.
there–the mirror glances your nectar
shimmer so cool and still,
black child so pretty.
rock slow, and rock some mo’
slight the dawn that anchors low.
Most mothers are the queerest
things you guess, take day from good bye away~
all mothers cry and cry and talk and seem,
the slightest.
they smile, their eyes turn when they cry.
others’ eyes stream wet too-
without a single wound or worry
while the rest hurrah,
Mothers stand the test and also worry.
But dare not eat their cole slaw.
I will surmise now and go to see if anything is really free
I tried Dollar Store and I tried Dollar General
and was walloped by Walmart where I felt like wattles and clay
I could have sworn I was made of nine bean rows
I could have sworn something in America could be free,
I could not even find one honey bee
I was so low, I was so less of pride
I was so low I cried to make the circus clown frown
I was so low I cried to make the cricket silent and dim,
I will surmise now, I will go for now
I will always equate less with naught
and everything costs and taxes as if I were tazered
I feel this in my core
I find virtually nothing in the store
I hear it now, I will go and forgo for all is $ gray.
Cool his peteridge, cool this person with less cock
and ever will they call him less of Harvard rock,
what scale did he climb, what ladder made him mad and his soul to tatter
what he did, he hid in his cloth of home
what he did shame Kubla and his Kahn
what wan did he weep over so,
what did he know, know
what did this person of Purlock
Prufrock?
what was not right, is wrong, wrong
what is spinning in time, time
what is the bottom of the Porlock Hill
what is much without, so residue
what is due, but Poor cock
a person with no lock, a person with thought so poor.
to felicitate the impossible
and the improbable,
to bring and end the sunny glen.
what form does this hole hath now? what is inconstant
and wavering, as to a flag to a country
surrendering?
what is chiefly
what is Eden to a
fly
what is matter
dark as a dark-hole
what care I?
gas ponderousness
for one so tall as I,
generous to the methane loss, I.
homesick to a rock,
alone a life without a cok
landscape of dirt and sand and heavens: a rock!
they sought a cathartic theme
they went about weeing and regurgitating p helm
and worse things, then than even men
they were maybe at last with great a blast
they wrought in vain, for wreck of zoo
and bar
they satisfied fickle fang and claw
they tore apart pah
they raped grandma
they stilted good looking boys
they burned chariots of Eden,
they slept with a Lion and a woman
they came to Food Town,
they enchanted the rich and the scholar,
they courted multi media, it shows, it shows!
they remitted the heart with dialect
they embittered the earth with faery fat
they embittered Heaven to bring it down
they pissed and urinated more
on a wonderful once circus
clown.
a sudden bow, a sudden grace, phrase and verse beating
above the staged, above the tableau–trying causes as thus,
dark the web, dark the try, dark the publication
again, and vain Merlot from grape, thigh in rest
holding Mao, a littler book; Eminem this nest
the rest of helpless breast, no bras no now cause,
who can terrify the vaguerity? who knows professor flatware O’Flarety?
who knows the daughters pubic feathered glory?
who lays in such white rust, what cause in femme trust
the broken wall..the burning, smoldering roof
so matter the mastering
brute the knowledge, blood of air, her power
cause of the now death-indifferent
could she let her self (less) will to drop.
