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[ N O W -- W H E N T H E S N O W ]
Now -- when the snow is gone only
Garbage on a hill -- sometimes
Waste. It must have been
This paper -- this
Banner, rippling over the hill.
The contemptible shambles
Of the sick bird's trill --
Dark, leathern -- bell.
We had very much aimed for the entry,
The place of elation. The mouth was
Open, the small bird's tongue revving -
He said -- "in my breast, in my deep
Shooting sorrow -- my heart
It is old -- let me go -- "
We let him go -- dead bird
a love
Is fraught -- in it -- hath
The wind blown true
R E M E D Y
When the trees gave off
a pittance
The blooms
no good to eat --
Put shit in a jar
Restore it --
the barenness of will
Find its remedy in the half-contained
jewel box
With four of your fingers
the jar to your mouth --
Hot water and rose petals
adjudicating --
you will have to own up
to this -- the water
as a stand in for,
and the petals as symbols of,
the two slim lips --
Then, with your bile at a stand-still
and your face at a stand-still
Go find a woman
and drain your semen into her --
The madrigal song
of renewal
will lease out your heart to your body --
and your soul will
solicit your soul
[ I N E E D T H A T -- I T I S M I N E ]
I need that -- it is mine
In the neat fold of a document
A raucous heart instigates bathos.
It is regretful. It is terribly stupid
On that humid day, in a heart
The musician played badly -- to think of an airplane
In descent, or an elephant -- a musical tent
The fat animals play in. A cauterized breach
Between dawn and dusk is old
And misused.
We seek light
We seek shells by the sea
We may demonstrate our selves
Here in the bush and in the brush
We may figure in the desirous effects of our breeding
We may figure in the effect of our esteem
Of our delicate hymn to our selves and our makers
Thus we seek him out. We will look upon him
We will orchestrate our reunion
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