March 17, 2016
conversation mental low gene, adopt a mad artistic crutch lean .................a March hare poem
"do not say or do, it is you and your mouth at the gate"
"why must these conundrums count questioned verification(s)"
"can you not see that your actions tell us more"
"perhaps, but they're disconcerting to me,
a bit like teeth with eyes"
"try not to look at them with any part of you
wanting to be somewhere else"
"uh, it seems that is their sole purpose
fantasy, delusion and great escapism"
"true that is what it seems
but fidgety and jump skipping-ly so
is reason enough for adherence"
"how can we tell if we're real enough
to enter this current here and now
"don't know, read this shit"
where were you going no ware really raw
resource all oh cat envelope that door wavering
in the radiant heat ping metal destiny
you hope the prayers are not for you
but the secret wishes are
far baby tar baby brer rabbit too
you said the genius in madness is
when it doesn't end
says to any person
palming hot wax Moon
we are near the sarcophagus of Winter
I want to see reaction
big bottom drops of water
on an over a fire piece of tin found
while walking a whistle quiet
made up explanations
folks driving by
looking at me
on their faces
why is that person
clapping their feet together
walking saunter weaves
are the early onion grasses loam tones
radio sentinel crocuses
and red bud early maples
are they all stained directions
each way pretense
points toward home
death of the old man is nigh
a tumble belt mutt ohm flow
hungry wolves about
I ignore them
keep feeding lambs
to all the lions
even the ever silent pride watchers
just beyond a fade to black
and the curtain dropping
its kiss to 'morrow...