like a bird needs the sky to be
& so i say, for instance, let the horses
go; dogs also.
i’m not ready but
i’ve sunk my fists in the vanity
& not looked at the mirror.
heard between my ears like a river
cars like i’m stuffed & can’t hear
or won’t hear.
it’s nice to nod when the wind billows the artichokes.
one day’s burnt by another
& the sparrows take off as the wood cracks.
plums split when they hit which i love when they’re almost rotten.
this is epic:
the metaphysician talks because they can’t stand loneliness;
build systems like cities so no-one gets it all at once.
commit me for i have suffered my own megalomania.
who are these figures & why.
i’m still w/out child. w/out mortgage.
i pop balloons for your birthday.
free verse is an excuse for poor discipline
& analogous to the dissolute man who would have everything
& not work for it.
it’s alright for animals cos they don’t understand pain
only feel it.
time goes fast for us & slow.
the insect doesn’t know.