Awake and voracious …
I feel like if I must violate the peace then so be it
jump in the word pile give off an inexpensive but loud bray
rebuild the dock with giraffe bones and nails made from the shadow of a cat’s head
all while concluding a kind of nap
and distilling cream from ancient graves & pine cones
I’m hoping for a fanatical overflow,
various maturities and witty ignites, defective illegalities,
gabby scabbles, thinkable lunchrooms,
and the Creep Chiefs of haunted memory
O the thought of large lumber brought to bear!
no complaints, just the crooked and the bright
a giddy-to-order art with guts
the war of orgasm on a slippery stage every third day and twice on holidays
the reuse of attraction supreme in its relation to the periodic boy
with stones in his pockets for time & rain & sex with ghosts
how it all works together & poured into the rigid print of a wedding
nippy with bud and eggs going bumpy at the door
and all the things of winter forgotten
