Twenty-Four-Hour Zenith


Above the fence and umbrellas
The yellow curtains
Are   a b l o o m.

   This caught
my fisheye

                              Gloaming in Mama’s room,
                        somebody's West-coasting;
                 colossally dreaming in this gray old town:

                             the glimmering earth
                                 the sky flamingoes

                                          Just look up, you really can see forever!

I’ve got an address
An aching
& ascending gratitude

In spite of
Every thing



Forever, to a Bard


Who took a train in the rain?
    You waited weighted awhile?
 A busty blonde read to you?
    The redhead on platform mile?

  O lonesome me! How we laugh
    At the old stations of laze!
 Lookit little me     still sitting on
    Worn hands     missing the point

  Sweatless gruntless heaver, let's
    Get on the wind to calendar
 Greatness, not goodness
    Lacking slack, unendangered O spirit!

  
      ...Part Zero of The Quip

  
      Kissing rail of advancing
      Train and nobody's ass

  (Fair-feathered friend, I come to
 You laughing at all the old ways

  We are just learning.  Do they
 Still acknowledge this wherever

  You are?  Here, I am still
  In the Contour of laugh.
 
 Inveterate holder, figurative
Patience, patience, mucilate of heart

  For you.  The violist clef ‘tween
 Temples.  Like a light?

       "Serves you right!"
      You, you, you CURIO!)