Birds singing

Sitting downIn dark railyardsWhen to see my mother’s faceRecalling from the waking visionI wept to understandThe trap mortalityAnd personal blood of earthWhich saw me in—Father fatherWhy hast thou forsaken me?Mortality & unpleasureRoam this city—Unhappiness my middle nameI want to be saved,-Sunk—can’t beWon’t beNever was made—So retch!

I dont want to hurt her-Of all people to hurt.Every time I see hershe’s grown olderBut her uniform alwaysamazes meFor its Dutch simplicityAnd the Doll she is,The doll-like wayshe standsBowlegged in my dreams,Waiting to serve me.And I am only an ApacheSmoking HashiIn old CabashyBy the Lamp.

O Harpo! When did you seem like an angelthe last time?and played the gray harp of gold?When did you steal the silverwareand bug-spray the guests?When did your brother find rainin you sunny courtyard?When did you chase your last blondeacross the Millionaires’ lawnwith a bait hook on a lineprotruding from your bicycle?Or when last you powderpuffedyour…

—Why kneel?

Frog waitsTill poor flyFlies byAnd then they got himThe pool of clear rocksCovered with vegetable scumCovered the rocksClear the poolCovered the warm surfaceCovered the lotusDusted the watermelon flowerAerial the PadClean queer the clearblue waterAND THEN THEY GOT HIMThe Oil of the OliveBittersweet taffiesBittersweet cabbageCabbage soup made rightA hunk a grassSauerkraut let workin a big barrelStunk…

Nodding at the canyon