THERE IS NOTHING MORE ABSTRACT

There is nothing more abstract

than

weather

and sister,

brother and sun,

mud and lover, to the very

eyed

relict

soldiering

into regeneration

on a prehistoric one.

Relative to the makebelieve

are the uninhabitants of

roar

paintings

on a gallows

wall beneath our

last real glaciation.

This is what I’m always

wedding for an

appetite.

AFTER THE PHONE CALL

After the phone call,

he lay in bed

looking

out

the

window, at the tan brick wall

across the narrow alley

way.

A little

later, he turned

and watched the darkened

television

screen.

If

he

focused

his attention, he could see

a distorted reflection

of himself

lying

on

the bed.

He reached

for the remote.

WALL

Wall

you

are

thick.

 

You

have

thick

dreams.

 

Have

any

dreams

won?

 

Any

day

one

might.

 

Day

lures

might

homeward,

 

lures

with

homeward

light.

 

With

out

light,

listen.

 

Out

there

listen

carefully.

 

They’re

moving

carefully

fast,

 

moving

our

fast

wall.

THIS CHARMING IDEA

This charming idea

is a hearse

if

realized,

so make a red

paper aim

out

of

it,

nothing

more,

and smile

wistfully as

it

reseeds.