My heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky:
So was it when my life began;
So is it now I am a man;
So be it when I shall grow old,
Or let me die!
The Child is father of the Man;
I could wish my days to be
Bound each to each by natural piety.
Earth has not anything to show more fair:
Dull would he be of soul who could pass by
A sight so touching in its majesty:
This City now doth like a garment wear
The beauty of the morning; silent , bare,
Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie
Open unto the fields, and to the sky,
All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
Never did the sun more beautifully steep
In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill;
Ne’er saw I, never felt a calm so deep!
The river glideth at his own sweet will:
Dear God! the very houses seem asleep;
And all that mighty heart is lying still!
I used to use used marbles to shoot pet bunnies with my Big Kmart
sling-shot for bunny-killing fun, till I found that smashin' small, pet
rabbits with cinder blocks gets the ball rolling before the steak fries
& lima beans are done. We only eat rabbits on Sunday, as a general
rule, because eating them on Friday is terrifyingly-barbaric & cruel.
𝗗𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗱 & 𝗿𝗮𝘇𝘇 𝗣𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗻 𝗶𝗻 𝗮 𝗴𝗹𝗼𝗯𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆-𝗰𝗼𝗼𝗹𝗲𝗱, 𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗿-𝘁𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗹𝘁𝗲𝗿
𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗱𝗲𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝗔𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗮 𝘁𝗲𝗺𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗲𝗹𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗿
'𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗣𝗲𝗴𝗴𝘆 𝗙𝗹𝗲𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘀𝗸𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗱𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗹𝘁𝗲𝗿
𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺𝘆-𝘄𝗵𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘀 𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗻𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗹𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗿
𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗰𝗲𝗲𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗢𝗹𝘆𝗺𝗽𝗶𝗮𝗱 𝘀𝗸𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗸𝗲𝗹𝘁𝗲𝗿.
& they told me to shut up.
In the outset & the onset violent wife-beating let me feel harm long
for in Tim Russert potato fields I'm teleprompted to till farm wrong
after pretending to walk on flat Earth's moon as did Neil Armstrong.
you don't exist when
my eyes are open
you don't exist when
my blood's not poisoned
when my soul's at peace
when my gut is full
and when I'm in company
So you exist most of the time
All the while they were talking the new morality
Her eyes explored me.
And when I rose to go
Her fingers were like the tissue
Of a Japanese paper napkin.
As cool as the pale wet leaves
She lay beside me in the dawn.
As a bathtub lined with white porcelain,
When the hot water gives out or goes tepid,
So is the slow cooling of our chivalrous passion,
O my much praised but-not-altogether-satisfactory lady.
navigator’s balcony cocktail hour
rocket orbit ocean liner rising
clenched no teeth no guernica no bam bam bam
correspondent notary republic
address book dial figure 8
charred with a thousand jigsaw pieces
false as a beach chiaroscuro black
on black graveyard womb naked milk glass lit
footprint tourism by candlelight and flare
vaccination fatigue puke fingernail fish
moving a bandaged echo **** him **** her
familiar bell music **** them both **** them all
stretched shirtsleeves spanish toffee slashed tires
(failure as a painter he shaved his wife’s fur coat)
bust your ***** Barcelona red alert
knock-kneed broken squeezebox no hands
standing room only ladies first (please)
unbuttoned interrogation coffee rolls (stop)
marine’s vegetation (stop) early morning tea (stop)
armless menus (stop) pink cathedral fingers (stop)
and (begin again) move
moving inside an eye this eye
that advances step