Saturday, April 9, 2016

Day 9: drive all blames into one

"today, i would wed you"
unusual--boldly wild that comes
the blow of it--
blame rests with the wind;
blustering so fierce
relentless pressing of grass & grasping
blame might lie on the abundance of flowers;
sun-bright punch-drunk tulips
daffodils lemon-blonde
hyacinth noble & heavy
of karma's sentence
(those fucking uptight
passing my hand across the surface of things
texture & temperature
allow the release
allow the leap
easy--to lay the crime on things
easy to surrender to the bliss of the thing
for one x one moment--

more than likely
it is the wind

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