#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.
