Poem (propylene)

Poem (propylene)

Like the tiny sky when a cupboard opens

Like an anteater shutting it’s mind off

The mind effloresces orange, like

The inner life my tickling enlightenment,

My glass eye breaks. Enticement to trips,

To heaven are caught up in in billows, 

While the cows are still standing, the mud

Flats abandoned, particularly. No method

Seems necessary when everyone’s trans

cendant. Stronger than a pachysandra

We must be a field of tall wavy grass.

But then think of the harvest.