trying to remember the names
of all those Greeks and no denying it
through inaction and stubborn nature we
have chosen this and also true
we never quite got this world & its works
& grew to love the shores in simple ways
& apart from above can’t see why
so go over it from the start there’s him
with the boulder him with the bird
none of it seems to turn out that great
so here we will will wildflowers
and a breeze so they might not leave. But no.
You’re right. No one blames no one and
no one poked out my eye no one
Tag: bird
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so hungry all day things falling out
of my shirt this cavern of a mouth
bitten raw again for what I want
to know now a game of second guess
ing that makes a tiny day night thenfollows me to the second bedroom
for a scratch I walk I try to read
maybe meditate a snack perchance
a book but nothing stills the thirst theburn of the sound of the chorus its
latest fine counterpoint while I pace
and hope for some end to this chokingmaybe soon some tuneful bird in
terrupts to tell me I have slept
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a little thread through pine scent and leaf mould between bird call insect chitter it smelled so nice I followed without a thought hungering curving through oak and maple hills and hollows and almost so many times but slowly it got thicker more sure effortless and then this small tree with little stretched globes clustering on heavy branches nearly thick as cells in the hive and soon I found the one that was calling and on the underside I saw a small opening it was so hard but I squeezed squeezed I felt something snap pop but I was home
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today isn’t the day but it may as well be
I never learned what the plant needed dark spots linger
leaves start to drop and group and maybe each solution
was but we did our best and then it diddie I want to make something of that but that
that feels so so I want to find something to
though that won’t either so I say these two lamps
together produce light that’s insufficient
this slow thick syrup won’t
be hurried some hungers pretend
they’re not the I Idon’t want now then a new bird or wildflower song
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Fragment 23
I want to take a break and I think that helps. One thing that’s been irritating me this week is a case of cracked lips.
why do you ask oh I see well yes that’s fair maybe that should be my catchphrase but in that tree no that one over there you’ll see the bird that stole a jewel from your hair you assumed you’d never see him again but that tiny hat is unmistakeable unless things have taken another strange turn in the woods I suppose nothing would be too surprising these days but you’re right we should pretend not to see him we don’t want any trouble this forenoon so here we come to the stone ruin the information plaque is badly faded
I think they got chapped or maybe sunburned? I can trace it to when we were eating outside at Valencia last weekend. I had the sun on my face for the whole meal. I don’t know if that’s what did it but that was the last time I remember not
but we can make out a date from the last century and something about a fire and a great experiment that’s mostly the story of all of our lives isn’t it if only there were something steady to stand on instead of these slimy rocks but then beneath they work day and night perfecting pestos and symphonies guarding eggs and their tender young they scatter when the rock is lifted though I know we won’t do anything quite so cruel today will we I can see that glint in your eye when you’ve had your last cup of tea and
the dog is curled up snoring beside you when the world seems a word of calm between breaths and pick up your book while we wait for the apocalypse that is taking its sweet time think of that person whose death will give you wings but if we don’t find that inspiring perhaps we can review the correct pronunciations of the latest drugs and open that box they asked us to keep safe and sealed what’s the worst that could happen of course it’s just a slight song from the dinky walnut deep inside your brain or deep inside the
forest which is the analogy we’ll use for your mind brain included at no cost though skip the extended warranty if you oh you have money to burn well burn away who am I to stop you I just feel so tired so unable to there comes a time when you think perhaps the rotten floorboards should be replaced before we lose another guest in a sudden collapse and have to clean the carpets yet again I know we should have dealt with it centuries ago but time being what it is and our hands what they are the moment
having a problem with my lips. I’ve tried to use some lip balm a few times but I don’t know how much that really helps.
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sometimes there’s nothing human you can do
the white sky mo(u)rning a single bird across
the courtyard bricks for a new pyramidso where can you go how can you
think after they refuse to be
born itwon’t help
steer this weary ox fromthe prized flowers won’t re
construct the squirrel’s bones
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and though I’ve made so many plans
when I look in the mirror by accidentbefore a shower a small bird tumbles
down the stair forgetting about wings and sowe come to this moment when momentous
things may be mouthed into the shabby mirrorof the sky and from the neighbor’s apartment
something like a snort or sigh
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I lift the pen but why my eyes slide down this poison face
but the sound of a bird I can’t
the glow of the sun
sinking what
else can I sayI waited too long and they’re already cleaning up so I grab some trash and throw it away they tell me to keep moving
when I slept in the forest those long years between research grants
salad days between immunity and editing
people always said I gave up too easily and mostly through song for some reason but that’s really none of my business you see I’m only paid to write these instruction manuals
leafing at monster cello sorry
it’s these new plant-based teeth
and the weight of this uniform from lack of sasquatch in the spring
did you see it that time like a flash of silver at the corner of your eye but never mind it was nice to see you again and we really should get together and no that’s OK I have utensils at home
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Or a Musical
like a bird flying
past the window you
notice in the corner
of your no let’sassume it was a bird and
the little early
spring flowers by
bending
down tolook blue
white purple you want toreach for it
but don’t
want to scare
away that thoughtrunning down the corridor
rattling
every knob
like one of the
doomed youroot for
in a horror movie
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of course no one believes you when you say it’s over through the familiar bird sound and I don’t feel like it yet stop interrupting me though it is what I pay you for
other animals 