The Breeze from the Box Fan Is My Muse Today
i’m trying to bring it all together
all my better demons, those wicked muses
ferocious for discovery, brazen moves, leaps
into the abyss, surreal at the vanguard,
open the door without thought,
and then the door jamb of discipline.
but to begin with discipline when the wild wind
cannot get through the valley, gets caught in the hills,
is to end with an outline, the bare tanenbaum,
solid, but unadorned, a tree, all right, with a spiny shadow
on an empty skirt.
i hear the wind is blowing tonight,
the clouds are moving too fast.
the window is rattling in its frame.
I Began Vibrating at 9:03PM
she said i glowed with rage
a blue light in the black field
crackling in the pumpkin patch
she said it was just for a moment
