ALIGNED BY THUNDER
( a recitation on 'curiosity')
It's a tough place being between two bridges -
relying on one for support and the other for
egress, escape and flight while the disenchantment
rolls on - all around my face are lethal chameleons
and people from far stranger places than this one.
I can only hesitate as the water flows and the pure milk
seeps. Windchimes play fallow, broken by wind.
The watermill on Heathercote Lane lays sideways
in the marsh - all chains broken, the pump long gone,
and fifteen forlorn soldiers milling about. A
single matron lurks. Her name is Sheila May Abrams
and I used to know her brother. Now the rumbling sky
abruptly splits, thunder roils above our heads and
rainclouds and lightning together do their work.
Neighborhood kids come by hooting. They
somehow think we're lovers now caught
in a clutch. They begin throwing pebbles
our way. We let it all go and move on.
There can't be any more desirous
desire than this insidious waste.
Fifty states in one big
country and here
I am right here.
Nonchalance,
was it, that
killed the
cat?
( a recitation on 'curiosity')
It's a tough place being between two bridges -
relying on one for support and the other for
egress, escape and flight while the disenchantment
rolls on - all around my face are lethal chameleons
and people from far stranger places than this one.
I can only hesitate as the water flows and the pure milk
seeps. Windchimes play fallow, broken by wind.
The watermill on Heathercote Lane lays sideways
in the marsh - all chains broken, the pump long gone,
and fifteen forlorn soldiers milling about. A
single matron lurks. Her name is Sheila May Abrams
and I used to know her brother. Now the rumbling sky
abruptly splits, thunder roils above our heads and
rainclouds and lightning together do their work.
Neighborhood kids come by hooting. They
somehow think we're lovers now caught
in a clutch. They begin throwing pebbles
our way. We let it all go and move on.
There can't be any more desirous
desire than this insidious waste.
Fifty states in one big
country and here
I am right here.
Nonchalance,
was it, that
killed the
cat?
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