Domestic Situation
Maybe you’ve heard about this. Maybe not.
A man came home and chucked his girlfriend’s cat
In the wood chipper. This really happened. . . .
Maybe you’ve heard about this. Maybe not.
A man came home and chucked his girlfriend’s cat
In the wood chipper. This really happened. . . .
When fishes flew and forests walked
And figs grew upon thorn,
Some moment when the moon was blood . . .
The girls turning double-dutch
bob & weave like boxers pulling
punches, shadowing each other, . . .
The doubt of future foes exiles my present joy,
And wit me warns to shun such snares as threaten mine annoy;
For falsehood now doth flow, and subjects’ faith doth ebb, . . .
The sea is calm tonight.
The tide is full, the moon lies fair
Upon the straits; on the French coast the light
. . .
Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so.
After all, the sky flashes, the great sea yearns,
we ourselves flash and yearn, . . .
Soldiers are citizens of death's grey land,
Drawing no dividend from time's to-morrows.
In the great hour of destiny they stand, . . .
One girl a full head taller
Than the other—into their Sunday dresses.
First, the slip, hardly a piece of fabric, . . .
On humming rubber along this white concrete,
lighthearted between the gravities
of source and destination like a man . . .
I
I am driving; it is dusk; Minnesota.
The stubble field catches the last growth of sun. . . .