well
what if you were j. s. bach
eisenach to leipzig
what then what then
would you have made it
(good exercise) that far
made love to maria barbara and raised baby carl
(these days, everybody hears your yo-yo ma)
sweet faints delight those princesses
all the overfed bavarians sucking
hard on all those organ pipes
what'd you think about
when you were holier
for four-hundred-odd
man what if you'd fallen
maybe you did
what then
Friday, August 21, 2009
Sunday, August 9, 2009
How I was put into an Aquarium on April 8th, 2009.
Superior water to my coffin-laid
body, litmus-red and breathing,
formed pinholes adjacent to the upper
trough floor. Slow clear beams rushed in.
How does it elevate, this liquid
when I prepossess its natural space?
How does it act absent dancing light,
summer syntax of public swimming pools?
Gravity subsides and I lie still,
My eyes follow a wandering finger,
envious in the air outside.
body, litmus-red and breathing,
formed pinholes adjacent to the upper
trough floor. Slow clear beams rushed in.
How does it elevate, this liquid
when I prepossess its natural space?
How does it act absent dancing light,
summer syntax of public swimming pools?
Gravity subsides and I lie still,
My eyes follow a wandering finger,
envious in the air outside.
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