What do you wear while you sleep?
What do you wear in your dreams?
Where is the fissure in your sidewalk?
What do you think about your dreams?
What are your thoughts as you dream?
Is there green grass?
Bathing’s temporary,
And poor Mr. Giraffe how long is your waking day?
Winter yearns for spring
Summer yearns for nothing; contently/yellowy aglow
How did an orphan get the right to name all of those
things??....
Another shovel/Havel full:
And a lil more manure
Another shovel/Havel full:
faith is a line
cast overboard
so much turbulent consternation
this sea never rests
unfathomable depths;
a deep and peaceful joy
And a lil more manure
your mouths a graveyard before you speak
entombed with bitterness
embalmed with agony
words are veterans
fleeing as refugees
from the Hiroshima
of your tongue
and your opaque window-frame
with a permanently
closed for renovations
sign
hung across that broken heart
