Tuesday, April 8, 2014

Rain / Dream: 9



Rain / Dream: 9

What we no longer apprehend....
Certain lost echoes approach,
but fade... like friends
two-decades dead:
Hokusai prints, no-web
1940's Wilson catcher mitts,
burlesque girls' raunchy gags
as enormous pink bubbles popped.

There is the scholarly exhibition
you put on for the Wolfhound puppy,
reading aloud, with oral annotation,
from bleak old Heraclitus:
crayon sketches to vary
disagreeable wisdom.

Our technical advances....
Fall-apart folding chairs,
apple-eating eyeglass clerks,
friends dead for twenty
gear-grind years.


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