Saturday, August 20, 2005

This Song Needs Work















the itchy donkey, the sick donkey, and the burnt-out donkey
sat at the table together
the other donkey — is that how the song goes?
or

stupid fight about misunderstood (and list)

a man walks by with a book in his pocket
a bag in his hand
paradise was perfect ‘til—
here’s what we saw
__Caspian tern
__Bullock’s oriole
__rabbits playing or fighting
__3 kinds of swallows
__egret, blue heron, geese, ducks
__grackle
__turtles
__red wing black birds
__no owls

let’s go back: paradise was perfect
the farthest reaches
inaccessible

Tuesday, August 09, 2005

Elegy for a sick cat

for Tailer & Charles

Across the street someone
sings, sound
carries. Over the telephone
we are only a thousand miles away.
These little bundles
yes, they are precious,
our love
pours. These days
are perpetually asunder.
Our eyes are lacking
this significance.
If only the moment.
I descry the moment.