If I could
You know I would
Be lying nude under moonlight
In the crevice between three converging boulders
Whose carpetbraid of moss is continually refreshed
By a steady sheet of spring water.

I want to see the fresh water clear,
I want to see cold water dark,
And I want the water's shim passing over my thigh to update me on the condition of the stars.

In the ice of a brook bed on the cannibal days of summer,
I am nude when the rain stops and the wind returns comfort
To the stones that moon like lizards do at sun, on them
When I am far too drunk to lull my head to see the stars myself.

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Beaneath willow shade--
Willow not weepy, just swaying,
Shading--
Lightning bugs are happy teasing
Off my meters distant.

Lying in the vessel of a stream,
The shim updates my reality.

Round up round up
point 60

Time is 60
and 60 is from now
Till time runs out
And the knob is switched to 40

Switch switch stitch:
My pants go from the washer.

Plastic’s on the crumble
Soapsgone
And the lovely girls who scrubbed our clothes are gone.

Now we spit groundwater down a box
And churn filthy rags
Till brainslikepruneslike virgin fingers do
Set too long in solution.

6 time is 4 time is wage time.
Join the one big union!

It waits clear, conceived in sheets of farble
Draped down portholes
And sheaved in white appliance.

Behind door one two three:
Convenience

TV meanness

Isleislefreshness

Your door, NUMBER 4,
Has not so much inside;
Your cook machine,
Your watch and clean,
AC ISP.

Soon we’ll find our structure stuck like towers of cold aluminum
Where fireproof furniture can’t break windows
And the screen behind my mirror tells me all the things I told myself
behind a mirror once.

“You display the symptoms of Vitamin D deficiency.”

So take your breakfast down
before dash pinch sitdown--

eat it up eat it up.

Then bark news,
fuck,
and done begins again.