Jesus stills the lake as if it’s nothing or magic. don’t think i never notice it, the flame
at the head of the table. yeh, wd
luv to break bread with – i’ll get the wine & napkins *
& if a burst of rain raps at your door & a shadow waves across the whitewashed-plastered wall & you’re not here & the world’s not there & the wind shakes the palms on the beach front *
are you the solitary thrush Whitman saw, come at last upon my porch as the cats doze upon the AmpleChairs like opium eaters?
– fallen for the late spring harvest the Creator, perhaps, has given us
this sun-blest day * It
pecks at a cat biscuit off the wooden bowl & off, would you believe what i was doing tho when lilacs last bloomed
humming a tune cos no-one could hear me & i didn’t even know myself cos i was so out of it With it My brother i fingered the soil Yea &
rolled mine eyes skyward like Elijah rapturous, in Shades
i adore coincidence & this one i reckon is lovely
i let it come to myself, a
minute each way i never would have heard it. I mean it’s, rich to die -pass blood become a s0d goodfor0 but trodden on & why not-i feel Not the disrespect because i’m hard, like a stone.
it hurt tho when lennon got shot. i was 15 & remember who told me. i hate his killer.
what wd jesus do
to you. i’d baptize you in the Hudson river & yr death would not come back to bite me.
it’s too late i know for a fistfight but i heard his song at the s market & that made me think
& the thought of it weaved between the rice & frozen peas.
i’d cut my stomach off if i could live well emasculate & never slave those dark aisles again.