To become
I become
What sky was when rain fell
For and mist and candle smoke
Which I give
Unadorned.
Again you see inside me.
You become a beggar in my midst
Sore and bitter am I.
I control you.
(Jericho in reverse. All
Eloquence of speech
and patterns of seneca
colors. Almost midwest,
green and black wrapped
in grace.)
You steal my words and
I eat this regret with
sugar sweet opium senselessness
that condemns me ad infintium
Where are the silent songs
that sweep me down
where not even a dust eater goes?
This is not me
Today I cannot do what
tomorrow and
tomorrow and
tomorrow has
previously accomplished
Why is this ink smooth so soon
I cannot take this garden give to me
Please
Close the door when you
leave.