(the TVs just play static)
all eye, no mind
he said, and i
ear to the ground
and listening to
the tin can tinny sound
of a tin can in the ground,
looked up at the starry night sky
(sans glasses, stars get dull, explode)
you know from past painting,
a painting from the past,
when looking into the sky
of a starry night, you see the past time
Sam see the past time again
sifting through the clotted
modern atmopshere see the past
eye, no mind, but —
i see wood-grain TVs built into trees
and tin can strings plugged into
clouds in the sky that have
comparative immediacy,
no night no time,
when i dream happy i can’t
let go, i know a clutching climb
won’t bring the clouds down,
nor me up, i clutch,
i clutch, but—
sing-song happy tune
bring to me a sunny june
warm my blood up and my heart
see to it that i see art
and when i’m ready help me send
a message out there to The End
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