table

See      a          table

Simply              on

A table,                        now,

Now

What                is,

Is

It but a table

Now.  But a table.

5

Someone left the low, awe, lights on the walls.

They leave

noises

with them.

The ceilings are left open.

Not to

mention

you breathing in the stove,

Plath.

Picking apples from

the eating worms

Thinking

what don’t I mean

dirt.

Listening to the radio or

stereo.                                                                                Sounds better.

The Greatest Magic Trick

Lights Up.

We see a man in a black suit and tie, with white shirt, enter stage right and stop center.  He places his hands on the sides of his head and pulls his head off and kicks it stage left.

Blackout.

Curtain.

42.

long(wish)ingly.

36.

mor(light)ning.

7

The pillow smells like hair.
O,
The windowsill is wet.

A puddle of rain from yesterday
Is drying
In
It.

after cummings and a moon

 

Isn’t it just

A moon?

Varyly big

Is only in sky

Behind the

Glowing and

Unlit clouds

It moves

Through

And all

The color

Now of

Darkest

Blue

On edges

White lined

Seems to,

Little by

Very little

Move.

It is a wish

Unwished

And pulled

From the

Candled now

Of sky

And I have

Given it to

You

And you

Have given

It its name:

A full

And round

And lovely

Moon.