JACKKNIFE
(Mr. Lassiter's Once Green Book)
Not much of a day - not much of a
moment. A crowd of cows in a wet,
green field; and how like the horizon
is the day itself - all stretched out and
far away. I realize I did nothing for hours;
I cannot be this way. Mr. Lassiter's
once green book will teach me.
-
Small towns beckon : the huff of
a morning clutch, people on fire
with newspapers yet, and coffee.
Behind them the trill of a line of
very modest hills and mountains.
Here it's like this. Where I live,
no one does this anymore.
-
I have a jackknife I am using
to trim muscle and fat, this
apple rind, and every
momentary dream
I ever had.
(Mr. Lassiter's Once Green Book)
Not much of a day - not much of a
moment. A crowd of cows in a wet,
green field; and how like the horizon
is the day itself - all stretched out and
far away. I realize I did nothing for hours;
I cannot be this way. Mr. Lassiter's
once green book will teach me.
-
Small towns beckon : the huff of
a morning clutch, people on fire
with newspapers yet, and coffee.
Behind them the trill of a line of
very modest hills and mountains.
Here it's like this. Where I live,
no one does this anymore.
-
I have a jackknife I am using
to trim muscle and fat, this
apple rind, and every
momentary dream
I ever had.
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