The
music of the present tense juggles vast
Skulls
of earnest objective. Neutrons
Come
in thumps. Fish come tumbling
Into
the biography of a pill
Of
aspirin and the rhapsody has pliers
With
which to remove the vapor
From
a dot in eternity. I’m anxious
To
make a point, and that point
Is
a warrior whose globules
Drip
light on the gravel
Driveway
of a bonanza
In
the clouds drifting overhead
Like
a fetus of inexplicable pasta.
Hope
is pepperoni, despair
Has
pastels. Many of us applaud
The
rain but the rain
Doesn’t
really give a damn.
The
smell of thought is fugitive
And
vanity is hard
To
support with a two-by-four
And
a bag of nails. An oak forehead
Is
better than a pine box
Or
an afternoon folded into Ohio
Like
a hacksaw. They say everything
Is
made of molecules and I agree
To
sparkle on a yardarm
Not
out of platitudes and what
They’ve
taught me but sheer nerve
And
willpower, the way our forefathers
Taught
us in the navy when the world
Was
but a scooter and ampersands
Tasted
of adage. I began my life as a grimace
And
I will end it as a beginning
That
drags itself forward crackling
In
a paroxysm of dimes
Like
a rhododendron. Identity is meat
And
blood, though I would prefer
A
handkerchief. I’m awake now, thank you
For
your honesty. I’m not a horse at all
But
a fine chemistry of warm thought
With
things to do. Everything else is weather
Like
Bob Dylan in a Cadillac Escalade
Commercial.
A hard rain’s a gonna fall
You
betcha. And tenacity has a payoff
I
feel at home in my nerves do you
Like
me very much? I like you
But
can’t bring myself to say it
Without
getting to know you first.
Sit
down. Let’s talk. Every sensation
Is
tangled and inexplicable like a brain
In
which the language is trying to get out
And
describe the logic of things
As
they occur in color. Say what you want
The
Cadillac is a fine car, but the colors
Are
wanton, and that makes us wonderful
Yes
wonderful. And I mean it. Here come some now
Full
of warmth and fungus and brimming with hats
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