The Short Imposition of Living
HOW TO VACATION IN A COUNTRY AT WAR
this is better than becoming the filing cabinet
the coffee is stirred by everyone alike
You might also consider becoming the calendar
but in bright-field illuminations of vitamin C crystallites
naked as a horse, fill its chest over the wave
& bellow the deep black electric night at sea.
or become the wave inspired by your former self
the wind(with the moon that is inside you &)
even the wave that is sleeping inside the eye of the shark
closed within the wave asleep inside the eye
& the desire inside the shark inside the wave
is the prehistoric desire within us to master the seas
desire)to escape the terrified city
of our employment(too early the hospice
We Numerous we giddy
above the river drawing all its long face
to pucker & kiss the mouth of the sea.
as fragile, as easily replaces, as irreplaceable, as
as likely to die in our sleep
as much owing to a mouthful of water
in its dark guise of infidelity, as much the mourning heart in its veil of levity
as much the right cowboy as the right dude whipping the sick horse
through the sponge of exhaust wiping down
the one that looked you dead in the face
with the fly drowning in its eye
shoot the fly.
if the fly like the moon can escape the eye
can the wave cheat the moon? can love reverse the tide
to enter the eye that blinks in the rifle’s scope?
can the tongue return to the mouth
to sit like children before the fire
in a country at war?
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