141.
Mix the grains again for Psyche’s
pleasure
mess is comfort and the law-book torn
restore all the seeds to our original
chaos
don’t wander trying to set things
straight
things are right to begin with,
confusion is organic
this mess reminds me Psyche yields to
pleasure
always here and always now and always
elegant
maiden gypsies tend their stallions’
fetlocks
heel white runs right heel dark can’t
walk
o fall over lightly Kentucky dreamer
round heels
drink to soothe the seething a lie to
cure the truth
so much sun today I can almost see.
142.
A word is as wide as the will and
it’s all for you
the hedger at his trim the blackbird mum
no sound but peopleness menskr
all we bring
to the world is religion it does fine
without
trying to find the way there he found
a white lode
soft as clamshells of no use but
to witches
his satin armband her linen garter bind
the meaty parts of going or of
handling things
throb of artery renews appetite aloft
everything was right there the
chemistry the harpsichord
some Chinese whispers from Ernst Toch
she played me
the virgin queen with all my Tarot
cards.
