Kit Kelen #1108 - two poems for gosbother / ataraxia --- a book of vanishing works / to still my beating mind - a vanish

1108

a book of vanishing works

for godsbother/ataraxia

the poem is going again

words are our wild

see how the poem pales

lies unread in the dust

on the blink

and we, lust lost

between the pages

forget me

and not

we run together

secret, bare

words are our wild

and won’t be bedded

the heat of the moment

is in them as well

or else the thrill is gone

forget myself to be among them

and to wake a way

we all go there

so few we ourselves fashion

but scramble to arrange

pass on what is given  

all that

out of the vanishing pages

we

you and I

have outrun

chased each other by the tail

half way to sleep

I always was

worded

before

you can’t say

a phrase is given

contract in clauses  

will you speak poetry to me?

words are our wild nature

there’s nothing to fit

but the parts

and we are vanishing to them

will have the trick of an absence yet

too many words to find a way

so many things going and gone

far in the view

I’ve come

just so

you won’t

see me

my words

these wilds

and yours

this trail

the work

and we

away

to still my beating mind

a vanish

in through a mirror’s reverie

think of the trouble

and here you’re lain down

be ancient in the day

it was

let loose the line

till words drift

wanting

dot to join

be bleary blessed

add this that other

all to do

must have been done

here we are flat down

best tucked

naked in the guitar

a pick and a strum

let loose

lie low

till the spinning pillow stops

fallow in a dream of ways

and I deny the image

add up

it’s to the dark

alongside

in an underworld

let the clock

gently off

count true

counting matter

count till all that’s yours is gone

subtract myself

from all there is  

will the tree

from an old death

visit?

let the spell spread over

ink a theorem up

in under-REM

forget the breath

be the breeze

and be the stream

be the fool you are

you can only kill

what was going to die  

never saw me

now I’m gone

that’s as all may be

know whatever’s of the yet to come

there’s nothing more today

to see

nothing to see here