Two Couplets on Vision
The sun rises in opposition to image
and sets in middle of a million pictures
What’s right before me is a blur but worth the trade
to escape the burden of frames and look around
We foresee our deaths
sacrifice the days one after the other to a slow motion panic
believing if we are senseless in a consistent and calm manner
that we can’t be blamed for not being ready for the only thing
we knew was coming
If time moves in a wave then behind us
foams a wake of wasted moments wasted the moment
we look back given up to the future day that never asked for sacrifice
and that never arrives
and if it did would never be any longer than a wasted day
How is it that giving up on a dream translates always
in any language into not doing something we could do
today in the wakeful world right now instead
we plant the sharp end and open slowly the gorgeous umbrella
of panic beneath the sun of death
Trying to catch up with the hills rolling
beneath my feet I’m lost to your light
then at the mountain’s top you are waiting for me
unmoved by the ruckus and dust below
in this valley I’ll hear a bird, catch my breath
then keep running west til the Star River
laps at my feet–who would not climb mountain
after mountain to keep saying goodbye to you?
The theater was crowded and hot.
The movie is about war and the
nature of man.
One of the actors
gets over-excited and sprays
the audience with bullets. This,
Goat thinks, bleeding, is what
we can expect. He throws soda
in the soldier’s eyes, cracks
his skull with a kick, becomes
Goat was throwing rocks
at the man in the moon
who kept smiling and
waving and then once
looked up: Sputnik,
dropping in flames,
enveloped the hill,
Emaciated Goat thought
the grill was a huge
honeycomb. He could not
eat, but he might as well
find food anyway.
The driver put Goat on ice
in the back.
Goat’s body is exposed
to hundreds of chickens.
Someone has Goat for Christmas.
from GOAT lies down on Broadway. For more info see here.
He dared the lightning,
carrying clamped between
teeth large metal poles.
The first bolt burst a tree
before him. He hooted. The
second scorched the fields.
The third struck the metal
directly. Goat swallowed
the pole, bit it in half.
He stumbled into the overflowing
canal & drowned.
Bathrooms never change. His
mother always sprayed Lysol
in it, three times a day.
Goat has an allergic reaction.
Father leaves him the classified
by his coffee each morning.
Mother keeps quiet, makes biscuits.
He dreams he is a ram, his head
caught in thorns.
The sun rises like music
every morning. Wind goes
around the world and comes
back in a week or two. Goat
waits on top of a hill, judging
the wind for weeks, waiting for
one that looks to be heading
home. Then he cries lonely into it;
it comes back, unchanged. The sun
sets like a flat tambourine.