God how I wanted to say
The return of the springtime’s lissome prey
The retreating curling clover
And of course hatred as the incandescent king.
I meant well, fear not
Fuck you, said they idiotic, self-righteousness their brand asunder
Brandy down from holy wonder
Ballerina spiders in powerful webs of demonstrative excrescence
Summer bugs have more movements than Bach
Toccatas and Fritattas and Regattas and stirring archetypes
Not gonna help at all when we get to the fire.
Is this worth your while or anyone else’s?
You just had to be so great, didn’t you, just be the queen’s solstice?
I shouldn’t have wanted to speak up
Teeth the wall trapping the ultimate innocence
Silence makes for both the victim and the unassailable.
I missed whatever your soul was last summer.
Just to have the last word in the kingdom of the mummers
I wouldn’t absolve you
The prie-dieu sprinkled with a broken coca-cola shell
Gone already and soon enough love
Ash is the converse
Out of all possible empires the resolve had weakened
Sponge yellow to temples, popes of lightning,
Cried out rabbis standing as if aware at last of tip-toeing serpentines
Pushcart prices up among the small who press
Against shallow panegyrics and connected dinner cars
Angrily scream it all out into your smile and let them march on
God how stupid it all seems, how stupid she seems, how stupid I seem,
How rude is this verminous Chattanooga,
The choo choo of metallic steam on the escape route
I recollect nothing but contempt
And them even more nothing but bitters and dregs.
Pox on the punters.
A good old day, granted the grunters.