as collage 2
some weird thing happened
with phasing
wit
humor
double meaning
a sort of symmetry in the
cemetery
the business of dignity
& acts of friendship as
business as ½ truths
idiot mittens
penelope’s lament
the old man looking a
month older
there is this stiff blue-tailed bird
lying on a heap of garbage
on the west side highway
blood-stained & stiff
& it’s cold
& there’s a blue-red neon sign
above its head forming an arc
that reads something beautiful
something beautiful to go around
YOU – i think or am or think i am
a halo stuck inside a rock – living there
embodiment of a halo in a rock
the river smelling like fallen leaves
as collage 3 (for j.a.)
a tautonym a bijunctive color
this part of the poem
is a homage to a man who paid
homage to a square
a study of never before as 2 squares
greet / meet or do they?
“I’m not paying homage to the square”
he claims “it’s only the dish I serve my craziness
…in” rarely mixing colors - except pink & purple
the quantity of tubes brands squeezing
night shades / shades of night
fooled by the same color once
then
twice (think of this section as being in the shape
of a SQUARE)
as collage 4
many stories
told thru the eyes of the pro-
tagonist
who either at the beginning or
the end of the telling
has decided to leave this world
because it has become too advanced
for him
such is the point i have arrived at
early in this scenario
then just before i decide to leave
i take one last look @ the flowers
“somebody’s gotta look @ the flowers”
i
think
as i overhear her tell the children
“LOOK AT
YOUR BEAUTIFUL FACES”
after she snaps a
group photo with her I-phone
look @ the
beautiful flowers instead
i grumble.
as collage 5
yet where so many others dare to tread
he dares to say
i want to make sure i’m up
when i wake up
& as for sleep it’s nice to lie down
@ home & think about it
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