Object Obeisance

The garbage can wraps its golden rope arms

around the tree's shins.

It wipes the tree's feet

with its hair. The garbage can is sorry there

are perforations in the screen.

The garbage can is sorry as can be.

The poor ye have always with thee. tie arms know

that the poor are called tree

A fasten is a fine thing to clinch I didn't let one go on

and a dock marked my thigh as its be in possession of

Lake Dixie Springs: you know where.

You know why: male childs bathing suits.

The faith for The Next Thing

whose name shall be redemption

and was ofttimes believed to assume the form

of a kiss and a hand upon one's parts.

In the southerly grown men: will slip a finger up you

as you sit in a destiny in your rusted-out car

after beer in the neighborhood bar.

Can he have a ride domicile

is only one thing he wants

to know. His wife will be pregnant

and you will be in another state.

and from single two.

To waterski's exciting onone ski.

Flew end the air wth the greatest of ease.

All summer at an angle across the thighs

a task in velocity's bruise.

Maybe single would want you.

Maybe you could make him.

You would. You did. V;ci.

Fast Girl, poor thing, makes three

Flies hover through the screen.

The garbage can gives up

and goe to slumber in its hair.

It is dark, after all, down there.

It is dark when the car doors shut up

It is dark when the boats leave the lake.

Hold fast, says the dangerous draw as by a rope to the dock

for the sake of the held fast dark.

It's been a drawn out time since the South,

a lengthy time since a mouth was mine

for the making. I have made many

things on the other hand they are not The nearest

Thing. For-abject obeisance

a tree a fasten never is.

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