The Age of Reasons. Ted Greenwald
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shrubs and small
comprehension-size animals
protectively colorated so
they don’t wake
if a toenail
like the halfmoon
hits the Hudson
of the window
do
they
worry
no
but
the
brain
is
a
funny
thing
WAITING SPOON
A round room
The flowers are in bloom
Sun blossoms the window
A low sound
The boom
Ray gun down
A found objection
The friend in a comb
Kills some in the town
A bone
AIR
tongue no spit tonight out
whistling between nerves
the peels urge governing bodies
without or from within
counting luckiness
the old gun back of my head
tasting of definiteness
hanging out and hanging around
seeing and being seen
going to sleep and waking
comings and goings
hello loneliness hello happiness hello
sweet caress I think I’m going to die
I LOVE YOU
I love you
So much
I’m beside myself
That’s the other me
Beside me
Passing into dust
Against the side
Of the beautiful girl
Coming to decide
I’m a beautiful woman
And maybe
I like myself I don’t
Like myself
Besides us
Passing into dust
Against the side
Of the we
We’re separated into
Something breezelike
Without guarantees
But whatever you are
That I feel home
And no getting away
From it or with anything
Without you
Everything’s everything
And me
(I can’t really
Speak for you)
Nothing in particular
No place, neither
SOMEBODY WANTS YOU
mental institutions that make it take it
easy
dressers with drawers with goals
in mind
custody built (nor those a) a shanty
behavior wrong by objective test
a desire to learn geography
a desire to plunge anywhere
particularly the personal worlds of congestion
in the ward together
for drama for conversational
play much part
has been
to or is a
shoulder to shoulder to face
the public
breasting these civilities
friendliness
you find in lobbies
intimate against undue
slowed down your movements
or accidents
on the strength of
shifts in posture
directly across from you, and so forth
and so forth
THE COAST
Guard 1: | What time’s it? |
Guard 2: | Don’t know. Left my watch home. |
Guard 1: | What’s that on your arm? |
Guard 2: | Bracelet. (Lights cigaret, offers one to Guard 1) |
Guard 1: | No thanks. (Takes out a box) Want a cough
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