Monday, March 11, 2013

ONE DEPARTS



ONE DEPARTS


or returns

or remains.


If no one cares,

what’s the point

of driving

in traffic

or just sitting here

in shape

trying to get

pissed off at sweet

gentle Joseph Haydn.

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ONE DAY’S LAZY RAIN



ONE DAY’S LAZY RAIN


can be counted on

every cool May

to smash spireas’

brief show

white wet-down

into the green gleaming grass—

and we with somehow sadness

know

we have to wait

another year

for such

a fecund rain.

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OKAY



Okay,


they will clear

the roads soon

and the rigid snow will be gone.

So, tell me

where should

I go

now that I’ve

borrowed

a car?

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OH WELL





OH WELL,


Abi gezeunt. . .


I guess.

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OH MY GOD!




OH MY GOD!


at least


it will be

some thing

to do. . .


to follow

the score

of the Beethoven


Sonata


when we are

left alone


tonight


again.

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OH GOD!



OH GOD!


Let it not be

the aime

that gives me such Wagnerian

flatulence

in this flowery lovely

Gabriel Faure room.

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OBVIOUSLY




OBVIOUSLY


I can’t tell you

everything. . .

and that’s too bad.


Isn’t it?


But

isn’t there

something

you’d like


to know?

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