zafusy

hark the lark

the lilac-influenced shell of holy memory
departs from its unscheduled tracks
at nine-fifteen in the morning oh always
in the morning it looks back through the linen curtains
and waves

it continues to wander
meticulously into the interior
of a Grand Canyon valleyscape
and whistles for a tune
the one note

just the one note
and its inevitable dullness

parsec

the milky white of her ceiling
faces the char

the speeding vehicles
mandrel-bar the streets

outside it's her
and only her

begging your parsnips

now you see me eh
then in a word I didn't

scrollpapers very mighty lively ones too
on the mantelpiece
tell my story

note for note

Cochran oh he was a man
a very fine
man