- The letters on the neon sign go out, one a year, or are not repaired, and: Slender the residence of immensity, and: To wear a vigorous shirt. At See-See Coffee
The letters on the neon sign go out, one a year, or are not repaired
shortened are the number of timesI will speak to my father alivethe days I can just goof off and no one cares
are likewise declining like the wild population of the rhinoceros nosing gigantically the waterhole mud
the year a third done already at the trash pile an enormousphotograph of Mount Rainier shaped like a trash pile from the mountaintop at night you cansee clusters of light that are the townswhere as in the clusters of light above,grave calculations are performed like my cousin the sheriff or my cousin the felon
I usually only see the sun at the usual greatdistance but this light on my parking ticket is no less part of the sun than its impersonal flaresI give a quick goodbye like shaking water off my hands
Robert Creeley! There are fewer and fewer Roberts Creeley.There are fewer / fewer excellent things to remember.fewer people buzz me in through secret doors.
The moon hangs over the garage reminding me that I will or will not live forever gently appointed with a rude corsage fulcrum of the sun-and-moon-balanced lever
and if the sun travels on the descending-airplane’s wingthen also some tongue-red camelliasjust now bloom but already some have fallen into the grass’s ringsame sunlight plane and flower both perfume [End Page 180]
this yard where I vomit after having hauled from the basement, soaked in rat piss and shit and death, layers of insulation inexpertly installed,fiber and virus entering every breath,
yard also of the annual Derby party when Mary Park lived here and I drank julepfrom cold sweating pewter [End Page 181]
Slender the residence of immensity
It frogs in from the front and fails.Concentric broadcasts summit the senses and slide the faculty a sleeping pill.
I’m in a midsummer custodylike spots caught midway up a giraffe. From the driving beard of permissionthe legation perishes into the coliseum. It’s a legitimate
intimacy, the roseof the perishable orgy & geodesy sumptuous in the sextant’s shade.
It’s a serious setback. The gasoline quivers a servile propinquity, swept by thegreenbrier in a swivel chair but the lieutenant
gourmet’s goldfishhas gone unnourished again so has gone golfing blessed and blameless, bickering and salting.It’s an uneven undoing.
The thrush shods. The peacock packs a peach in the possible parenthesis.Heavyweight, the hearse crutches close the gazelles are enjoined. Extraordinary.Such scrollwork from such eye teeth.
Hey, Travis, I’m at some bar in the Mission by myself and remembering last winterwhat we saw in Montana, stopped for gas as the first snow fell and we had to go around the mountains [End Page 182]
the three bluebarrels that said deposit elk hides here overflowing and even below freezing the death smell—it’s stayed with me, Travis.Thanks for help driving. Anyone else would have said too much about it
Thought I’d tell youI was thinking about the invisible knotsthat bind together the part of the world I’m falling from to the end
either like a gutterin pursuit or the prey, the elk on the trail antler-first. I want a late night with the wildpeople who keep danger
taped to the inside of their encounters. I want to help them burndown the company picnic
and remain in their heads to show to the beautiful lizard insidehelp with the parcels and the empties and the next day unchanged or even tired. [End Page 183]
To wear a vigorous shirt. At See-See Coffee
in the bathroom, a sticker on the hot-water tanksays, It only takes one or two
seconds to becomehelpless in flowing grain, or among flowering graves, down where the boats are being unloaded.It happens so...