#199 - two poems - I dream through death & salute to the future

19.7.20

199

two poems

I dream through death

muses on me

all the houses mine

wrecked

and the land rolled flat

I go back there

I have been again

always more in the corners

they are built one over the other

like words

why don’t we use them?

all are belonging

crop up as if under a jungle of weeds

but the place is dry

first land of not remembering

how can I not be from here?

of course I am where I am

the other life’s not where we understand

it’s yellow far

day faded

dig

I trap the ages

edge to gold

and mist it

till all willing

salute to the future

and will you forgive me?

I huffed and puffed till here

rickety me a wobble towards

remember how space-age?

the future is a thing of childhood

so far it’s moments till

the messy past before I was

and I am not responsible

just a little visit upon

the body to be in

it’s how I am imagined too

pitter patter joy towards

George Washington’s teeth

forgive, as well pity

the slave master’s riches

the wobble world

I love the fresh come boomerang back

I hacked and coughed because we were smokin’   

you probably don’t want any tips

I’m hardly in a position

here nevertheless my future salute

I’d say ‘take your time’

I admit to being the rug out from under  

I was full of tricks

where’s free will?

where’s the blue sky to do?

I got lost in the poem there

and now I am elided

still they cast spells

more than one under

we call it the top of the hour

and come to the news again

that was the future

                   just now

and tip toe through keep breathing

ask

was it consensual with the world

all Genesian again

the name calling

and everything’s new

I see it hilltopping far in the half-life glow

mounded trash

all bung further than the eye can see

all bung because of mine and me