Larkin walking on the ground
Muddy lovers gather round
Want to know what lives they've found
Uptown, downtown, outoftown.
And I see the things they share
If they won't care, why should I care?
So many shadows overwhelm
Until they bust & burst over the helm.
Now the boat is on its own
The seagulls watching, away they've flown.

There's no other reason. There's no other choice.
Stop flailing your arms. Stop raising your voice.

      (There are chocolate shavings on the floor.
       The mice keep darting back for more.)

It's got the bitterness of coffee
and the the tang of tea
whatever melts your mother
will melt for me
Because I'm blending all the melodies
  It's bittersweet.
two spoonfuls for you and a gallon for me.

Spinning on the ground
leads to spitting in the skies
underneath the pillows
underneath the lies.

Discover what the boredom left
crevasses wide and deep
smashed together like a puzzle
holding off the sleep.

Hunched over like a sack of weeds
carrots for your mother
mixed up letters numbers
each one to emphasize the other.

There's nothing wrong with it.
Staying up till the middle of the night
    to fix something that didn't fixing?
Let go of it. Careful, with prestige.
Underestimated mountain-movers;
    that's who they are.