Sunday, May 2, 2010

Heaven #4

There aren’t any plans, just sand dunes & morning sunshine w/ its coffee & scrambled eggs on a blue plate & so forth.

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The zinnias are on the nod.

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A snowdome in the midst of which is Max strumming a guitar. She has dreams about flamenco dancing on the deck of a packet boat. Were these packet boats or package stores?

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Cigarettes lit & smoked in a gray frenzy.

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The walls weren’t any color that’s got a name &
I wasn’t about to give them 1

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The snow fell, each flake a homunculus w/ an umbrella.

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Max & Jack in a parking lot under an orange marmalade full moon, & it’s dripping sweat & tears of rage & cigarette ash & bread crumbs. They all went out to breakfast.

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What a plethora of picnics: & all w/ the accompaniment of a string quintet.

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The stars were late—

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The world’s up past it’s bedtime
It’s not the world’s bedtime it’s mine

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They were never really lovers, it was just one of those unavoidable collisions in the midst of stoplights & Black-eyed Susans

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How often can a memory warm a soul?

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The night sky is puzzled & has only 1 cloud— there are a whole string of etcs & ampersands stretching toward the western horizon.

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A lonely harmonica w/ laryngitis.

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Ascending on funiculars into the constellations

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A bassoon-like cough maybe like a couple bars from Franck’s
Symphony in D Minor

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The nameless hour
the sky leaning upon the hills


Jack Hayes
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2 comments:

Irina M. said...

"The stars were late..."
...somewhere in the distant garden of dreams.

Unknown said...

Hi Irina: Sorry to be so late in responding--have had a crazy travel schedule over the past several days. So glad you liked it!