DESPERATE CRINKLE
(youth)
Flying like starlight straight through the zoom,
the recollection of some fascist dessert tones
the muscles like a strenuous program of workout
and sweat. I am sure you can remember this:
recalling the Scoutmaster with your campfire woes,
re-telling stories of violent deed to your 12-year old
brother in chains, reminiscing with the executioner about
those jobs well-done. It didn't always need to be this way.
-
Once we relaxed with tea, watching the children around
us practice their violins - that cat-screech of promise
halted by the premise of talent or skill. It was all like
Sunday, every day: first the breakfast, than the preacher,
then the dinner, then the teacher. The snowstorm that
piled up treacherous drifts just outside the cottage door.
The broken-brick path, passable no more.
-
We navigated most of the shoals that damn boat
brought us to. Those we didn't, we either skip over now
or simply don't recollect. From one angle, everything is
the same, every vice a virtue, every help a bane.
I really don't know how I did it.
I really don't know where I stand.
Flying like starlight straight through the zoom,
the recollection of some fascist dessert tones
the muscles like a strenuous program of workout
and sweat. I am sure you can remember this:
recalling the Scoutmaster with your campfire woes,
re-telling stories of violent deed to your 12-year old
brother in chains, reminiscing with the executioner about
those jobs well-done. It didn't always need to be this way.
-
Once we relaxed with tea, watching the children around
us practice their violins - that cat-screech of promise
halted by the premise of talent or skill. It was all like
Sunday, every day: first the breakfast, than the preacher,
then the dinner, then the teacher. The snowstorm that
piled up treacherous drifts just outside the cottage door.
The broken-brick path, passable no more.
-
We navigated most of the shoals that damn boat
brought us to. Those we didn't, we either skip over now
or simply don't recollect. From one angle, everything is
the same, every vice a virtue, every help a bane.
I really don't know how I did it.
I really don't know where I stand.
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