Free
Verse
perspectives of illusion
a steady uproar comes to me
beside us
all the way to the port
carefully analyzed by all these careful analysts
as a harbormaster's dream
the breakwater is down
a fixed installation monitors the bay
and keeps him in the basement
safely occupied
"in a
sort of closed room..."
in a sort of closed room
the perspective of Cezanne
canyons and shipyards
with a curving surface
like Caro's Saddle
weather indicated with a certain patina
an
outdoor sculpture
a mirror of these
reflections
would give much bad advice
pour out criticules and auditoria fit for spectacles
approved by colleges funded by an economy
built on private taste in this way
what goes over the mantelpiece
knocked down at heavier sums than any known to man
shall be never this guide
malingering in the forecourt
to smoke a cigarette and admire the view
offloads
nothing to be done with
them
but seal the seals
and check them regularly
also you can bang heads together
something might stick
it makes counting easier
and duty can be exacted
in hard times
