Whitman Visits
Accept I am machinery
a highly tooled piece
of
turning to the other
person
to tell them
that I'm sorry
a
very programmed weasel
it really couldn’t be
helped
I have what the
house is having
what’s the point in doing
100
and when sense is done with
and when sense is done with
stop at the end of
the street
regard eternity more or less
regard eternity more or less
turn off the TV
and go to sleep
the scenes inside the
goldmine
dream it up away especially
the part where
I take charge
of the entire blasting
program
how deep the holes
will go
where on earth it's needed
where on earth it's needed
jelly dets fuse and cord
and every one of us laughing
and every one of us laughing
I see him akip
ReplyDeleteunder a tree
and he calmly
notes the blast
how one leaf
comes to him
that would have fallen anyway
how a breeze weaves through the grass
Yes.
Delete
ReplyDeleteand what manner of a man
would compose a poem
when the shit is falling
because the blast lifted us
ReplyDeletehigher than the leaves
of teeth wrote