Monday, August 10, 2009

instances of barnstorming at the last

O you people you spirit vagrants
whose necks do not twitch
when the dawn hits like roosters
sitting on cold chimney stacks
I can't help you

a wind there was a wind
that flapped around the world

what did you know of it
there in the dark circus?

my mother stuck a pig's head neck down
in the tarmac
like a challenge
—this is a reality I can't convey

we took it from there
we lay together
we softened slowly

then in a sudden wind

his moment of Zen
his analysis
which I took to heart
was that he'd only been here for the beer

this sadness flooded the place

I needed wild wild cranes to bring me back
to such urgent hooting


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