Saturday, May 5, 2012

Impulse at Irregular Decorum

Impulse at Irregular Decorum

Praise the man who will not
become a big decorative
wagon wheel on a tight-cropped
tall-tales-of-money lawn.

Far better to have pitchfork...
will travel.  There is darkness
across Home on the Range.

And I have about run
out of contexts to yearn for.
See the glossy black-night streets...
humble rain water upon young

Douglas fir at odds with sidewalk
planters and no-core passersby.

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