Friday, March 30, 2012

Shower Song


The words strum through me
Bereft of thought
Each given to the antithesis

A harpsichord choir
Humming in limbo while the
Drops of water drip upon

My shaking continent
Awake with mourning
Singing on the trees        

Each thought singing and singeing
Dripping into the humble
Multitudes, plasma and

Green. Delicate spines.

We entrench ourselves in
A tone that is mute
A hum that is silent

A Yew tree. An epoch.
Memory’s epoch explodes!
Dripping

Why didn’t you wake me earlier?

Why did you leave me here to sleep alone?
Without stars?
The verdigris continues to ebb at

The memory of what was lost
What will be returned
Musty pages. And the drills of

The day pursue the meaning
Sweet company, come over.
Join angels. Solitude in our continents

Jupiter (Don’t think!)
Take the web and linger

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