#6, He’d filled it uP.

#6, He’d filled it uP.

and cringed 

at the sharp thought 

of that extreme, 

jerk-- 

would be and so far

from the form 

of Tom’s white fence, all slicked 

and new in the Summer Grass 

gleaming Green 

and that it really would turn out 

safe in Texas, 

safe as Texas, 

17.

safe as Texas in Texas,

David’s father would always be madly 

in love with the eaRtH

magical wand of 

Presence

here, and 

Gone-- Fort DA!

everything is somewhat 

the same 

and 

floating in Heaven 

of thought, remembered

in a dance in firelight

origin and 

Time lapse of-- Bang! and 

the evolutions 

towards our own moment

all crashing 

in a rapids of river time 

up over and down

Really explosive 

time a continuing Big Bang!

so why did Jack think this rough exaggerated 

approach 

worth the while, 

the style

Crispin liked, seeing how it 

was all hammered together.

organizing the content of 

one’s life in a form which

related.

skipping along, keeping aloft 

on the peaks, the stones slipping

away falling to that dangerous 

Mother gulping 

after formlessness,

Cythonic woman of Eternity,

stars behind,

stars ahead.

from now OnwarD!

New Reality! HO! HO!

revolving around,

back in the library, Jack 

was making the plan.

He hurried

that mad woman gobbling 

up everything.

the painting tumbled around in the 

stars, upside

21.

down, this version 

doubled again in the stars

a dick face and a fuck you 

had won the day.

Jack was on his own 

in the desert

this hero in the library was 

an old man’s game

but then my hero

the garbage man 

of the world

upside down world of mysterious 

rustling

leaves, that passage.

Jack had thought of it all 

many times over, and around 

and it changed slightly.

he remembered the blue hills,

it was different than 

he thought it would be

it was late

the yellowing sky, scattering 

slate of cloud

snow whipping at the very height

jangling diamonded light 

1.

Stars aheaD.

continuing, snaking, New Poem.

I did what I could do, they 

were all left locked up in the barn.

I had to make my way 

forward 

before i lost my way

the snow was deep and the pipes 

were frozen,

the tracks were soon covered over,

the shadows blue

lenghtened into stripes across the way.

Blue stripes.

the light turned

a vertical thrust towards knowing

repeating enlarging idea

even here in the cold there 

was a numbing naturalism

he was reading the book

the cracking made them turn,

falling from

It took Jack back 

to the Massacio’s

tiny figure 

with his hands in the fishes mouth,

the gold coins spilling out.

A strange thought in the snow,

the S of the swan in the reeds

2.

creating the language

blank in the reeds

the paintings were piled high 

against the sky 

He drew the little drawing.

seemed a competing image 

to the one in front of him.

compounded in his mind,

the earth was being destroyed 

it’s order and beauties 

we were guided by

loss and why it was 

being destroyed.

Henry and company were Burgers 

watching on, silent going about 

their King-ley, ways, LosT

they were part of the Hollow men, 

some one had pointed out this 

direction before.