like a cardiac splinter or
and I’m thinking of a calendar heaven or
a map or what use is it in thinking
-about prosody? in the head
felled trees
sleep aggressive
minding assertion
of hapless halcyon image
slyly wilting neurasthenic honesty
each new trench
has gossamer of tolerable
arabesque wealth
dreaming heave
compensates a top plastic surgeon
and many many foreheads
wiped just want money but
we’re all in it together
in this big champagne flute
about 2 1/2 ft wide and 3 ft deep
around the base
all
upheaving ceramic, silicon, liquid crystal versions of
wheel barrows,
shovels and pick ax’s
obviously still composed of flesh
and i thought to myself
alongside municipal zoning
pursue both ditch digging and symbol management
