For stretches of asphalt broken like
Design; getting back up suddenly
Just standing there as if always
One had been a living statue
Dawn suffers back into knowledge
A little less suspicious now,
Sleeping on the beach at Far
Rockaway after Zuccotti was cleared,
Where strangers broke out in groups
Whose task is to honor with trouble
An ideal memory of actual May,
The one green centers and keeps warm
Behind all repeated speech 

 

 

 

Getting back up without using the arms,
Treating time like a dog or a fog,
The blackout blinds of December,
Unkillable subject, vulnerable body
Standing on the cold stone of Sproul,
In the daily divorce waking wants
To propose, furious mood of everyone
Even nature is willing to perform,
Bees on fire in rosemary camps
Spilling over bricks to a dampness
Not entirely of our making
But perhaps responsible over time
For stretches of asphalt broken like

For stretches of asphalt broken like
Design; getting back up suddenly
Just standing there as if always
One had been a living statue
Dawn suffers back into knowledge
A little less suspicious now,
Sleeping on the beach at Far
Rockaway after Zuccotti was cleared,
Where strangers broke out in groups
Whose task is to honor with trouble
An ideal memory of actual May,
The stray cat most important to herself,
The one green centers and keeps warm
Behind all repeated speech

Behind all repeated speech
The chest unfolds as nights
Come earlier, movements are discredited,
Raided, snatched and grabbed, to resume
In an echoing term or a wave
Shouting Move while slowly advancing,
Living stream you didn’t have to be
There for, half were, false dawn
Or sovereign shatter, holding on
Through the evictable season
Of Santa Anas faking subsiding
Then rising like predictable prosody
Through the paper of the sycamore,
Okay with only passing through

Okay with only passing through
Pouring inconsequential powers
At any time from September through March
When high pressure builds over the basin
And in a bodiless chorus passes down
Through channels and canyons, locally
Increasing air speed along the way
Until it arrives with force on your block
Or in the middle of the play, where Hermione says
To me can life be no commodity—
That this was already available to say,
That it’s been so long since it was
If it no longer is, to stand up in that
Funny violation of the unities

Of the unities the air is patiently
Colored by as though a stranger made it,
Had arrived in the bonded world
Still under construction as Whitman
Would revise a list, adding differences
To sameness while on the edge
Of convergence or horizon;
While art is good, while it arrives
With rich disdain at generosity,
At waiting together in plazas of cold,
Waiting for that cold to deepen
And unpredictably end, come back
Disguised as the we of weekends,
The thou of thousands it takes

The thou of thousands it takes
So little to defeat or restore, a thing
Sent back and forth above the brow
While Sunday morning lasts all day,
A complex package of delivery and waste,
A message written over the door,
Weightless meditation on
The accelerando of a song
For occupations, broken ring
Of names and dates no longer used
To put the day back into hours
Where it persistently hangs
Down into distraught spaces
A false dawn steals up from

A dawn now come in earnest
Near the unmoving cranes in the port;
And the brittle eucalyptus, what is that
For, mock suns that appear
While walking a narrow ellipse
Across the mouth of Berth 55
On system day, going further
While staying in place, a thing you make
Though already made for you
Like all the raw tales sent up,
Up and down the jagged line
I talked to some of as I endured
Pre-dawn’s call for limited visibility,
An insistent tone that waits

A litter of tones that waits
For the pattern to break, assume human form
And sound the nervous accusations,
That time has passed since May seemed good
Or it was fair to note the citrus trees,
The lemon in particular doing poorly
For three months now in a climate of
Chilled speech and cannoning sound,
Where Wednesday’s gift is Friday’s alarm
And all the days are extra days,
Days fundamentally without
Demands, so that their councils would see
How lithe preparedness can get,
Pulling back the blinds, the other

Pulling back the blinds, the other
Ones, the entire play of nowhere
In its proper place, inviolable,
Getting back to a natural posture,
Patient with the newcomers, friends
Of these conditions voices are
The bride of, that really could go
Either way rather than entirely
Where yesterday’s sharpness fades
On the branch of having to,
A surprise that doesn’t go away,
Carries invisible content out
To lure back even the diffident
Who are an old patience becoming

Who are an old patience becoming
Atmosphere the mouth will trust
Its emptiness to, can say with the rest
The fence is coming down, came down
And he is safe, wants you to know that
Endless birdsong I dreamt of
Returns to black, stakes the breeze
With acceptable chains, injury
To no one you could be the sign of,
Declared; and each sketch one of many
In a standalone series, spring, summer,
Fall with its handle turning towards
The fourth of the cycle as though the first
Three don’t belong to me

Only the last one does, content to
Wander through the empty bank
As my understanding instructs me
To do, in debt to rich place,
Its prisoner and guest, a face
With all identifying marks removed
On the cover of Time; you won’t go
But need reinforcements, three months
As fat as tame things to be ground up
To be gotten through, won across
While the days are called off by each
Inaudible order to disperse
Continually breaking down into
Continually breaking down into

Linearly fading; it’s summer,
A weekday, and midafternoon, another
Alternate world where Oedipa is
Searching through the footnotes
In a fat book akin to those
You read about, the sort that bring
Governments down, maybe endlessly,
Without anything really changing
At all for the students, still 11:36 a.m.
In Berkeley as the women of Cairo
March to say again to the military
They walk with their something to lose
In the steel reeds, and to say
Hey, I’m tired of dying

 

 

 

 

 

 

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