Doom like room
You should see an itsy
of eels and cobras and a
network of slippery nerves on and in an
all-American girl, who is pushing and
cursing the two-faced crowd around her fractured car.
I touched the squirming needlework which we
photoed, wrote up, drooled over, and drew.
Show me your ring.
vacuuming sewing machines free
achy nooky fellow fie falling-
Mary? Her skull was an urn.
|A thing with a quality meandered before its
to cross the stream occurred to it…
its meandering found focus during the crossing…
after the stream more wheat-tangled fields
jigsawn by streams stretched on the other side.
The thing with a quality ran miles
crossing fields and streams. It came to a city
where two small things ran in a sunny alley
between the two buildings that concern
us here: the thing hoped to catch
the two things before their coming
friend, a third thing, arrived, as it
would, seconds before the thing caught
the two things. The thing caught three things.
It asked them to hum tones
before all four ran into the sunny alley.
All things began to hum and then run.
The three ran on their way out of the alley,
The thing entered a door in the alley after
considering, as it ran, letting, or not,
the little things go. It let them go and entered
a building through its alley door. What was
in the building? The thing. And others,
less active. But growing. Sensitive vegetable things
in an indoor forest. Bewildered, pleased, the thing
enjoyed the pleasure of an indoor forest.
It sprinted, weaving and dexterous, among
the things, planning to meet the stream it met
as it halted suddenly because of this stream.
Now the stream boiled with salmon,
now the vegetable things grew in straight rows
planted by humans, now they
clumped in radiating colonies,
now the stream seemed as much debating with
as flowing forth in its chosen direction.
Then it absolutely flowed in its desired direction.
The thing waded in, adjusting, paddling,
warning itself about the waterfall it
would begin to suspect was ahead as it lurched
along with the current. The stream became
the waterfall, through a hole
in a wall that, granite and solid, marked a
boundary of the forest. Through and over
went the thing, falling inside falling water,
now it knew, now it thought how
its accurate prophecy was spoken too late.
An effortless forward with a likely death
at its end-better than great labor
for a likely death as end-down, down
the thing went forward toward the bottom,
cloaked in a stream of water…