in the early evenin’
blindly punchin’ at the blind
breathin’ heavy
stutterin’
an’ blowin’ up
where t’ go?
what is it that’s exactly wrong?
who t’ picket?
who t’ fight?
behind what windows
will I at least
hear someone from the supper table
get up t’ ask
“did I hear someone outside just now?”
yesterday
an hour ago
it came t’ me
in a second’s flash
an’ was all so clear
it still is now
yes it is
it’s maybe hidin’
it must be hidin’
the shot has shook
me up . . . for I’ve never
heard that sound before
bringing wild thoughts at first
ragged wild
numb wild
now though they’ve leveled out
an’ been wrung out
leavin’ nothin’ but the strangeness
the roots within a washed-out cloth
drippin’ from the clothesline pole
strange thoughts
doubtin’ thoughts
useless an’ unnecessary
the blast it’s true
startled me back but for a spell
content with
all pictures, posters an’ the like
that’re painted for me
ah but I turned
an’ the nex’ time I looked
the gloves of garbage
had clobbered the canvas
leavin’ truckloads of trash
clutterin’ the colors
with a blindin’ sting
forcin’ me t’ once again
slam the shutters of my eyes
but also me to wonderin’when they’ll open
much much stronger
than anyone whose own eyes’re
aimed over here at mine
“when will he open up his eyes?”
“who him? doncha know? he’s a crazy man
he never opens up his eyes”
“but he’ll surely miss the world go by”
“nah! he lives in his own world”
“my my then he really must be a crazy man”
“yeah he’s a crazy man”an’ so on spangled streets
an’ country roads
I hear sleigh bells
jingle jangle
virgin girls
far into the field
sing an’ laugh
with flickerin’ voices
softly fadin’
I stop an’ smile
an’ rest awhile
watchin’ the candles
of sundown dim
unnoticed
unnoticed for my eyes’re closed
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