- Twelve Partial Truths and One Certainty, and: Double Acrostic for William Wordsworth, and: [The Truth Is I’m Too Impressed by Wealth]
TWELVE PARTIAL TRUTHS AND ONE CERTAINTY
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1. This is the line in which I save no one from a terrible death.
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2. Tomorrow we will discover a new city growing out of what is left of the old city.
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3. When a film is taken, that film passes over the world like a light.
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4. I know the hideous secret you think of when you read the phrase hideous secret.
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5. In some dimension you are covered in a gelatinous ooze & it is unnatural to think otherwise.
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6. Your brain is self-aware & believes itself to be the entirety of your body.
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7. This is the line in which I take from you everything you have ever known & give it back to you, renewed.
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8. Before you reach your house you must first extinguish the fire.
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9. What you want is enough of a thing to give it all away.
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10. The stars are communicating with us, & you left the iron on.
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11. You did not leave the iron on. You haven’t used an iron in years.
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12. This is the line in which we save each other from our terror. [End Page 150]
DOUBLE ACROSTIC FOR WILLIAM WORDSWORTH
The sea’s bosom reveals itself to me like a stump drug horribly along the coast: & shake & swallow grub: the erstwhile freegans who suckled gold from the foundry’s teat & spared the heart what it could not give away for cash: if the world is ours, I opt to fleck amongst the nightjars: join the tiny siskin reveling in its bath of dust and glow: our coins belong loaded in a sack & dropped down to Proteus, who will let them pass: or in the alfalfa buried: silver blooms of peaches drown inside gourmands who pluck their fruit: his land is dead silt who has purchased for gain: & spilt not his own sweat in the tilling: let us pass this world in celebration of the pit & not the plate: a pup opens up a bit of meat & finds inside the bone: & here overtly is death on her haunch: sleeping flowers, upon whose bed we both shall lie, misled: must I put a scowl upon my mug and run for the hills: I undulate wildly as any man in the breast: & swoon courageously when put upon for sex: Darling, how are you fallen & in what bath? Great God! I see the earth a cow who with his coin a man has bought: there is no peace interred like marrow in its bones: so let the winds move us, that we may wend with them: small hawk slipping away from itself beyond the neck: a full throng of flowers cut from the muddy up gathered source & laid like dancers sleeping in their feathered beds: & better yet a straw held timidly by the forlorn man: strata leveled ages ago: made flat by the weight of the old titan’s aggravated heel: Epithemeus, who always acted first, took giving to a fault: & man was left to seek out fire else he bite the cold to grip his end: [End Page 151]
& soon the meat was cooked, & leather tanned into a purse: & once the purse, the shoe: & followed then you nightly walked upon the earth, & lucre followed you: our drink no longer bottled at the source, nor taught its use by the plant from which it bleeds: we drop soon our wit: walk hard upon the grounds our fathers to our fathers’ fathers passed: yea, Wordsworth, show of hands that ye have seen our edge, and took your chance narrowing the lamb upon its blade: my faith to you sir, my faith and my time, as yours you put in us. [End Page 152]
[THE TRUTH IS I’M TOO IMPRESSED BY WEALTH]
The truth is, I’m too impressed by wealth. Where once as a young man I was committed to a studious poverty, now as a husband I want a yard
in which my dog can run, where I can plant a few seeds & watch them grow. Here we...