it’s hard to know which to trust which
to tune out but maybe jot it
down maybe we have but one skull
in which to rule them all like it
or lump it they said back then and
some day with sufficient shine could
end up in some dead-end line
bludgeoned into space for padding
instead of dealing with the tricky, yes
I was about to intone, there have been
few days other than hard and
yet wildflowers everywhere
if you stop and stoop and zoom and yes I’m
serious and yes we could use much more
Tag: wildflowers
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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
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I can see their unwillingness
to laugh and let go of that loud
restless voice that caused so much
trouble but which way if I want
oh never mind I’ll stay here andply the wildflowers with
ever more restless names
and try to see in the crazing
of frost on the landing two hoursbefore dawn some message or hope
for a few more steps before the beeping
and surveying on all sides asI sit and think of some tasty hasty
something for the some bit of some sentence
other animals 