& as my
family
is man,
why does
‘ another
autumn
rose, ‘
astonish me?
theory, ‘ is it? ‘
therein if its
unrest from
downtown to
datumdatatowns
today, tuesday
& a week-end
‘ is it? ‘ now
‘ whatever ‘,
so they say,
& mother,
may-eyed,
willingly
assents,
‘ that’s strange ‘
grammars’
eschatology,
‘ starts as censor
ends in arsony, ‘
and yet,
escarpments
grapple or
compel us
to the sands,
our enurnings,
aul varieities
over-riotous,
the well-kin sum
with spades
& kitharas
several yrs
the plains
cut ‘thru
‘where’s the
Barbary, man?
where’s the
atlas stand?’
‘he’s reading
labels, as
he can,’ I
said, once,
‘& tears them
often off,’
loitering
the hillslide
what sense
the -escent
stuff if
I eschew
as always
& beyond
‘ escar-
telee, ‘
I lay it
there &
I say, ‘ hearts
for June
& Julianne, ‘
& that
I can
ayaladn 