Affinity Group
somebody yelled jump, jump and
the water blurred to late night documentaries
but I'm not fooled triumphant bell like flowers
happen even if there's no rain so who am I to be fooled
you have everything you need for breakfast, right?
eggs, bread, the basket full of soft blackberries
someone's still yelling jump, no really jump, it's just marsh
mush, really, an aboriginal swamp for the calves
nothing too dangerous better to not think too
much better to knot
the doing away with what's done
kind of experience oh I know
I can be a drag
there there
The Time
A gesture to play his harp sharp to reissue
the damsel shore on the nightshade & everything
that's at the shoreline may or may not be there
when you return still be a clean
sound warm tubular amplifiers
the smell of moss, 1968, headphones
angled on the back of a wooden chair
Grappa on the tip of his nose
one last sucking in and then hum
The Clock
Neat quilt on the plaid floor, nothing more
Than a simple daily wipe and next appoint
Choirs in your head so as you walk
You'll talk instead to pink
Naked Ladies on the hillside, who fan
Fog from summer to fall and bring the blue
rooftop sun heat to your head instead
Of choirs that reek your brain with sales &
Some nine to five reason to be a better
Bargain than the one that left the Ladies
Bulbed on hillsides for such a long
naked time
