(ode to) layers of crow
(ode to) layers of crow
the hail falls occasionally sunday 1
as i'm forking through layers of crow; 2
leafing, dry finger licking 3
good pages. the race is on, 4
countdown to the suicide. 5
hailing now, hard now—beat beat beat beat—(and now not) 6
ingest pinched crust, 7
puns, and chapters, 8
religion words; 9
powerful educated lean words 10
in fashion, in style in 11
a rucksack with a folsom point, a dog leash, 12
two loose bottles of beer and a notebook. 13
the hail stopped again 14
in jest, is back soon 15
much meaner and larger. 16
i light all my candles 17
even though it is afternoon 18
it is a day of great happiness 19
and tremendous sorriness. 20
like every other day–only today 21
they are mine to wring. 22
i'm told the author is asleep. 23
so i put on more coffee, more clothes, 24
wish him strange dreams 25
and i eat. 26
