I saw a stack of firewood
looking like a Kandinsky
you know,
the pretty one
the pretty one
Circles as blithe as
any eyes or mouth
any eyes or mouth
In New Wave shades
of German Expressionism
passed in a flash
of country road
And yet the urge to return
gnaws at me.
A vision exists
by its own specifics
and I can be that child
again, tasked with
A box of Magic Markers
and rings of trees to color in
Before growing bored
and taking up matches,
setting off such a
phantasm of flames
and taking up matches,
setting off such a
phantasm of flames
That the whole stack'd crack
and burst like Independence Day
and burst like Independence Day
Round little mouths
all going "ahhh"
which is a sound
the same
in every language.
Awe.
The word sings such a song in me.
We should all set
our sights on fire,
given half a chance.
We ought all stand back
together
to watch what we're capable of.
all going "ahhh"
which is a sound
the same
in every language.
Awe.
The word sings such a song in me.
We should all set
our sights on fire,
given half a chance.
We ought all stand back
together
to watch what we're capable of.
3 comments:
Before growing bored and taking up matches. A wealth of meaning in that short phrase. Love it.
Thank you, Charles. I always appreciate your commenting.
If you ever exhaust your box of magic markers, just say the word, I'll send you a box right away.
If you ever get bored, say a word too, I'll pay someone to throw a glass of ice-water over you.
You know, 4th of July is my parents' marriage anniversary. :)
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