Well then, figure it out,
Green or white or blue, Serrated, crinolined, bottled, Scalloped, masked, stuck with glue, Awake for breakfast, sleepy at noon, Tottering about on its pins, A bat trapped battering walls, A spirit grasping two mandolins, And if you are yearning for something, It better be bigger than pie, Cherry or pumpkin, it better expand It better spin out of control in the sky, It better be ribbons or lights On the boardwalk, it better be Dawn or the roar of the sea A melting comet, a revelry, This yearning that won’t stop, That keeps sneaking back Into my creaking joints, that Wiggles its weedy way up the cracks, That wakes and grouses late at night, That wanders and tosses, that Grumbles and curses and spits and Grows lean, looks at this and at that. Sink into cool. An augmented ninth, And a whole lot of flubs flip down To the floor, and the righteous sky The mind, the clear shine of the crown, The road, the dawn, the paperbark, The ferns, the lacewings, Brighter than golden slabs of sun, Thicker than the dusk of evenings, Larger than the strands of stars, The pink and blue gases rising To mountains of God, and there is A thirst, and all one’s hopes are ionizing And all one’s hollows shimmer And all one’s thoughts glimmer, And God shines more brightly But the cedars do not grow dimmer.
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Wolfgang Thompson
10/29/2017 07:38:11 pm
very nice....!!!! wolfgang
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Yaacov David Shulman
10/30/2017 01:25:00 am
Thank you!
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