last train in at one am
up stairs to emerge under
square vaults of stars
streets where tired
businessmen shamble past
the pizza crackheads
dressed in wrecked etchasketches
and the international set
murmurers against walls lost but
huddled tired rich
looking for options they heard
exist I exit
over the maddening slush north
to sleep while the traffic seethes
from the precipice
ovserve:
a swamp extant.
a breath extemporaneous
expelled by that gad
talking often of
the earth. soft:
the poplar; the cachou
sweetening whos orange
teeth, which, cacodylic
acid like, act to organize
the earth into pseudostasis
measures when level
where necessary even
splices chawed twice,
nary any gd&t mereley
a fixed oddysean system
participant in practice
stoic as locus
one afternoon looks
upon all the geese
a big sun
and a broken field
they alight among
yellow plastic bags
other trash too
stuck to corn stalks
they talk of soy beans
ejected from the tenant
farmers cash crop
robins not one to
disappoint appealing to
one who likes to
look at birds to
see flocks fly to
occupy a tree to
try with wind with wings
and descend to
find worms or to
stay steady and to
be so much