The things we’ve seen, they are happening because of you, possibly.
Listen! You are all demanding, I am demanding. A demanding bard, hurt but completely estranged, all intact and passed out. A beautiful thing.
Dead arm of grapevine
“Where I’m standing, the land is trembling.”
A slight and pleasing dislocation
Stu-
dying in Lahore
a savage thawing dawn
her dream of the Dustless Place
The damp of various mouths on her neck
his father’s words on the nature of time and how time dies as it is counted off by the movement of a mechanical hand across an arbitrary dial and how death never had a sister and father said a man is the sum of his misfortunes father said one day day you would think misfortune would take a break but time is your misfortune. A silver gull on an invisible wire attached through space dragged. You carry symbol of your frustration into eternity. Only the harps are bigger.
Fervid metric
Daphnis was I amid the woods
Cup he stirred the stern seasons ground to powder therewithal something like a thimble of lemon juice. In the bottom of the baking pot the lowest caste is a
Hey you who gathers the stars, hey you who sliced the moon open, hey you who swallowed the sun
the simple fascination of seeing somebody who is handsome and imagining his ashes
Today snow tomorrow China
BRENNAN’S
YES
WE ARE OPEN
MY EYES BLUR SOMETIMES, AT BEAUTY