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| illustration by Ivan Bilibin circa 1900 |
She whispers in thousands of radio waves
It's the year of the cocks darling
hens and ottoman sized housecats too She says
the cabinet maker and cobbler want home made ice cream
to go big top and in demand
traveling salt peddlers agree
the brown thrush and common wren too
singing the calendars' provenance
of faith and magic in the runner beans
outside poem's grasp of surfing
I am tilt slow and poured = glass tides
I am peeling painted clock-seasons
we, poem and I wordlessly become seamless
we guess reasons why we look out
t o the trees as theater sometimes
because through wood framed windows
it's like we've eaten into tome and time
(portal gain sequencing)
brown dwarf
white dwarf
black hole
Schrödinger's cats
She sits resting her tits
in Her smile
in Her kitchen/dining/living room ...
I ache for this bosom
to rest my head
where I wear and swear by
the sound of each
of Her laced heartbeats
they unstitch me
skirt to fool
faith in destiny
the unrest in me
thickening quickening
stirred cream
salt and ice the slurry
turn and turning still
cedar plank and brass
circles in a round
sometimes the sounds
are where scent hides
don't you suppose
She says in votive almost
we're all quantum superposed
cherry to walnut
and between
the rows
we planted
when August sent
January wolves
( well ma'am language crept up,
I smiled belying my wobble axis knees
river rain explain the vein clay
and shale solve silver mutable
we 'are often able
to spend this time eating
in a high gastropub treasonous state
shovel to dainty doily faced
just like in the movie
the cook the thief his wife and her lover ...
horse and buggy crystal radio seeding hiss and velvet
wrapped copper wire whoppers we fed the stars
and with our palms we fed each other each other)
I swear She knew
I liked cherry licorice
breast warm
poem says end me now
I dare do nothing else
EJR ©
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