which of these
is first thought
we all know
all we know
as afterthought,
the right mistake
a perfect place
I only wrote
I meant to stay
Poetry
which of these
is first thought
we all know
all we know
as afterthought,
the right mistake
a perfect place
I only wrote
I meant to stay
I try, & am a fan
of running stones
& wadis & the
washes driest,
& deep-end pools,
appareled poles
& year-long piers,
& clarity,
truly nearest
a hot dog stand on
each fourth corner
kitty-cross from
burger joints &
bakeries & take-out
tacos & sushi,
(that’s eight) & 7
blocks between this
& that is thatman,
at a delicatessen
with his dainties
& canned goods,
or so he said
(& I’m not deaf)
but what’s the sign
for ‘check please’
to El Greco
at the ivy wall,
who needs to know
why piccolos at
first adjust to
perfect pitch &
twist their necks
like seventh –
stretchers in the
bleachers — well,
it’s not cricket —
‘but what’s third base’
(she wants to know)
the rooftop shouts
at once, ‘foul ball’
& that’s a bat
why the chap’s there,
by the anvil, &
the bellows on
the barrel, &
its wood be staven,
is he mullein o’er
the meadow teasel,
studyin’ the oaks
above his head,
it’s full o’ them
& thoughtless,
to think it thru,
he’s doin’ math
& rootin’ stems