Please keep laughing as letters fall,
I laughing at I-self, the leaf falling,
I from the upper case’s only letter.
Fall is only business lonely business.
The comings are all leaves together
But goings are only leaf, lonely leaf.
(referring to E.E. Cummings’ poem l(a” )
In some hills bodies are not stamped
But carry grass proudly on their heads
As if they are hills under a fresh grass.
As we ask them to the facetious faces
Who does it , now and day and night .
They laugh their faces to say they do.
We wanted to stop all world’s clocks
But neighbor has to catch early local.
Son stops world clocks, in distance.
He is cutting off all world’s phones.
He is packing up the sun and moon
From the other side of the Atlantic.
(Taking off on W. H. Auden’s poem “Stop all the clocks”)
The farmer ploughs land with horse
And shepherd tends innocent sheep.
Sun shines brightly on falling bodies.
We open window to find him falling
And farmer’s horse still furloughing.
It is a fine spring day and a calm sea.
(“ The Fall of Icarus” A landscape painting by Pieter Brueghel)
Someone had fucked you into being.
You were no less to blame for a liver
Now living in its state of drowsiness.
Gladly you liver ,now gladly you die.
( with echoes from R.L. Stevenson’s poem “Requiem” and Phillip Larkin’s poem “This Be The Verse”
Books are asleep behind the glass.
They are old with the Alzheimer’s.
The minds are yet Einstein- sharp .
They keep forgetting who they are.
We worry they may unbolt a door
And walk away from night’s sleep.
Meaning is purely temporary like
When an army man in snow hills
Falls to a shell in anonymous war
In the white anonymity of snow
For a meaning that never was his
Or for that matter anybody else’s.