big goose has a
fitting caboose
shakes her
droplets loose
only to vamoose
.
hey friend w/ a cig
I liked you
when I stood big.
some way in the
past, 9,000 days
when you stand
at the lake --
Some way,
I felt a reluctance
to speak out
and Knowing there
was nothing left to
shout about --
in my own interests --
practice empathy,
yes, why
yes
it's your virtue
but not mine.
.
hold a washcloth
over Niedecker's
head,
bump her by the river,
smell the grass
between her toes,
think & ready
to imagine
Ryan Eckes as
an infant in her
arms.
.
Some damn slope
crammed.
choke - slump on
the rug.
take a long meditative
shit, give myself a hug.
.
how do you hurt me
by living out the
rest of your awful
life?
And w/ that awful
man?
And what you call
a plan?
.
Mirror was her
grandmother's
elbow sore from
poetry ( believe it )
and the tip of the
lamp (from U-ARTS
- lounge, stolen)
peeks out of
the bottom.
Not yet in the
egg,
floating helplessly
through spacetime.
To lose is that.
To win is also that.
To not play
the egg
is to
further delay
toes
from
waves
.
I propose blood
brother ritual
having none all
of my life
and only learning
afterward
how to
rally for blood.
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