311.
Accidental purposes of Delta music
on that day women chase men or seem
to
they shall handle texts and not be
harmed thereby
they shall preach the good news
without knowing it
old battleships with concave prows
plow into tropic harbors bring truth
home
tapa cloth and Charlie Chan and Maori
skin
everything written was written to be
forgotten
forgotten deep into you and ripen
there
nasturtiums a little peppery in her
salad
mud fights in Oregon knishes on
Pitkin
if you think these are random think
again.
312.
Children in the cornfield who are you
now
furtive actions in the furrows
who knows what eating really does
two children lying side by side
hieroglyph of the space left between
them
every relationship makes its own sign
whole world a museum unknown curator
about whom we fantasize
theology philosophy history and
baffling pre-dawn dreams
where we are always in a far-off city
always trying to get home
so this planet must itself be the
distant town
the stewardess won’t let me on the plane
must be the fiery angel she drives me
off with an ear of corn.
