Friday, May 11, 2012
The Willow Psalms
I
Fields of trees, we travel gravel and paved roads
by fields and fields dried and dead as Toledo.
Yellowing with speed, each branch
the shadow of a larger one.
II
Yesterday’s life was a short drive
to a wedding reception
where everyone was happy drunk
in the garden.
III
Remember the old poets
with the last laugh blues, moustaches, delusions.
The music is turned off,
don’t think about it, don’t think about it.
IV
You are only sick
if you enjoy the taste
of the poison. The well is deep
and there’s plenty of rope.
V
Do not worry about the snail
in the bucket.
His shell has crusted to the steel,
he is now part of the bucket
and has been asleep for years.
VI
Forgetting is an easy memory
for those always looking forward.
Young poetry is skinny, but remember one
psalm in the shade of the willow;
to be; not for ourselves, but for others.
To be; not for ourselves, for others.
VII
We were made to live
without grid-iron incisions,
to make love in the backyard
of every country,
to feed lions, to sleep on shorelines,
to be more like blackbirds; wise
enough to sing in the sun
and less like wolves, sharpening their teeth
on the side of stones.
VIII
The devil is a defeatist too,
always the first in line,
wipes his mouth on his sleeves.
Even the billion-dollar hotel has bedbugs
in the wood of its walls.
IX
Waiting is not simply counting the clock,
finding the pattern of ring stains in hardwood flooring,
or disappearing into the weather.
Wait like a waiter
deserving of a grand-baby piano tip.
X
Art is not satisfied, abandon your mind
and speak in coma.
Seek black fly poetry, Egyptian mascara.
Whatever you do, do not fall asleep
angry.
XI
If you live your life the last in line
walk far as the sole wears,
smile, love strangers for being strange,
love as friends about to meet and remember
jazz grooves
indiscriminately.
XII
Beware of fools who argue simply
for the taste of their own tongues,
from a distance
you are them, they are you.
XIII
Profound what? Sell your teeth
to beggars with broken dentures
and let them teach you
the meaning
of an empty mouth.
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