Like a road in a dream.
Almost no gas left, and the universe is old.
Above the seasick brick houses
The moon bends without making a sound.
Everywhere the universe begins.
Simple like a comb
Or some bricks in the bathtub.
Of Spring (now faraway)-
To personify subtle
Peel off the paint,
Find work that doesn’t pay,
Give your cash to beakers,
Light a torch,
Steal pollen from a bee.
Whatever you do
Don’t tell the truth.
There are no reasons,
But here are mine anyway.
If it should be the guts
Of October stars,
The not yet healed…
A plasma giant 93 million miles from here
In some billions of years will engulf us
On its way to later phases of its life.
Tonight’s sky is as subtle as changing a tire.
We are born of storms, not calm. And are as handsome as a thrown stone.
Conspiracies lack negative capability.
How to explain there is no end. And there never was a beginning.