at dawn i will rise
to mow my lawn
like the fine young widower
i am
but at dusk i lie still
in the muskeg of my lust
my i need i want i
must
and some sometimes one
time time and again lover
busy taken by at
my side
just one time, lover
take me as for what
i am
a not so sleepy not so dreamy
an unreasonable an unseasonable
beauty night can no longer
make right
but my god, what you can awaken to
slaken to rain after so much
sun or vice
verse
each mow row
a year in
a past
a lost
a frost covered
a last life
alas life
intact families are all alike
getting into their cars
in raincoats that shine yellow
navy red
thank your dandelion stars
no one is yet is already
dead
lovers, do not come to me
in the dark arrive in the unreal
sidelight of the sidereal
day
pull back your tree covered
curtains to what this world did is
doing while you were down
gone
alas life
at last life
under the nimble limbo of the nimbo
stratus and sphere
right here
in the short torn negligee of my self
-neglect -respect and my wreaking
gore-tex sneakers
all my scorn then some
fine morn let the line
form:
let all my loves and lovers have the courage to show up
show me what i was worth on this shooting sky green earth