the language I used to know has disappeared with your sound, your scent,and with…
A Present Such as This
(Part One, Here)
it is unbecoming to surrender your’n selfto a Bald Man who wants to takeyour’n ball only to throwit forth and yon
we are together, and oneswho found fire together, chinsheld high together —
we are lucky, Runt, to have been alive during theAmerican blip to have takena piss in thispost-Cambrian lava…
do the daily doing of thingsin spite of the dailydiversion anddistraction.
we are all of us quick ghosts, puttingour breath on the thingsthat we find and thethings that havefallen
the rush of a funthe movementof a trueand a good. it’s
I will make and have madearound you, thesecircles aroundyou forever, swam.
somewhere not here, notanywhere but fallen, thesemorning words, we areonly drunk, stunnedsilent, waiting
