Thursday, November 17, 2011

don't you see it?

don’t you see it?

absent blemishes
cloaking
snarly hearts

tip-toed and back
black—hot
and burning
the images
that you were so afraid to see
that you couldn’t look…above them

commas to semi-colons
to fancies
of sententious grip
roaring, with punctuation
but lost in a beginning
or even an end, to the middle

but then let up your hand
terraced with wiggly avenues
that are no longer
like
creased arteries
deadened in their depths
and so broodingly tepid
in their wedged fascinations

vested in air
and the philosopher’s burden of laughter

kept until now
until it was always
there,
then.

and I remember a story
about when my father
hitch-hiked
all the way to California
…and into a library
a homeless man
who knew about books on Montana
puts his hand on my father’s
shoulder and says:
‘ “Norm, do you see the…”

light?

--Then and Now
Now and Then
and Then…
and Then…
always—

the light
out of polydactyl
playful
lummox -ed paws

…is falling…

off the universe
trapezoids
in shaky wags

Aaron: don’t you see it?

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