From School
Images are transparent, (nuff said)
so that in reading or
mediation nothing can be heard
With grass and fog and the musical event –
“where are you, dad? Daddy, what are
you doing?” Ticktack, tick tack, talk?
what matters now is host,
lumpy bread whose arms dangle
and whose voice is fiber. They talk
to us, who hold the lens,
Oh yeah, & the turkey and the chicken
says to aliens, “remember?”
This is the foundling string,
the remainders, as if it were
the it foundation of
Doing It This Instant.
Doing it to the ground.
Penetrate the Gates she said.
You are my partner,
my user, subscriber, the one
who holds the missive
future.
(like) releasing
a bit of pestilence
we walk along, & that
kills lineage or bamboo clattering
across waves “outside”
what window now
Green overlapping blue
remembrance of sound
like
(like )day chased
man whose life was
chased by threatening.
But that’s not my dog
& things are evil. Repetition of
dog, dance, devotee,
not court, count, car, or caravan. It’s the
arrangement of leaves
‘gainst fields of outgoing
grain, all whole constrictions,
feathers.
The period in
each “sentence” increase
content looking for frame or nest
invoking paper & over
Over yonder’s got me
down about representation, teaching
things we can’t calculate long