except the stories that we make unfolding:
as if our sole real power
were the power
of children holding
this flower that is a weed that is a flower.
—peter campion, from dandelions
as if our sole real power
were the power
of children holding
this flower that is a weed that is a flower.
—peter campion, from dandelions
today it’s completely
transparent, a vase. inside it
flowers flower. thus
a little death scent.
—matthew zapruder, from erstwhile harbinger auspices
we die and are put into the earth forever. / we should insist while there is still time. we must / eat through the wildness of her sweet body already / in our bed to reach the body within the body.
—jack gilbert, from “tear it down”
you do not know if he is asleep or awake. somewhere or other inside his head there must be an angel. (said picasso).