explosions of language, force of wanting.
there‘s no want here. everyone‘s flesh
is full as if pregnant. the little feelings,
the light vowels. in summer it‘s like a beach.
drifting like sand up the streets
wearing this earliest dress.
nothing to shock or chagrin.
It‘s always there
the moment that changes
when something or other
breaking the surface
disarranges
memory, your face.
It‘s always there
your face behind my eyes
caught in nowhere
like time.
It‘s no surprise,
only a rhyme.
It‘s only a song
set out to tell
of a long love
done wrong
by what befell
timeless Eve.
Eve
foreshadowing all
went out to sing
how to leave
meant something
before the Fall.
HE PAST YEARA YEAST HEAP
PRATES, HEAP(THE PEAS PRAY.
YESTER-PAP HE -EAST, HAP, PYRE,
?HAPPY EASTER! -AAH, YE PREST.
REAP, HEP, STAY,AH, PAP, REST YE.
