Sunday, December 31, 2017

the Green Barrow (2017)



the green whalebarrow versus a forest ox,

out of the chute into a huge steel box------


now psychic therapy has shorn my locks;


now; future pours out a sauna detox




the barrow was full-brimming verdant,


designed deep in oceans luminescent-------


the box asked filling, the ox born reticent


from hedges of stars unpruned, sans quadrant




pits, crawls, pitfalls and spittle.


stumbles, freckles, scrapes negligible------


quarter minus, stringline, rakes indispensible


tendon, ligament, and aspirin. a little




clod by clump by shovel by ton


ten yards in a dumpster, i'm not done-----


thousands more pounds on the camel's son


prep path in gravel dust, how the west was won.








mt tabor 2017

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