Let's Talk About Near Death Experiences

[comes home on Sunday, May 17]

the surround-sound sound barrier

is between us

Let me drink up my cigarette

though I can tell you very little about yourself

Ask me anyway to name the Cole train experience

by the name which is good enough for itself,

Haagen Dazs cares about honey bees

Say: Let me not think

but instead let me feel

your love

bumps. Let me but feel

the bumps between your disposition

and your faith.

The bees are dying

but nobody knows why

I know that is inacurate, they merely fly

out, just as they always have, and forget how to get back

or they get back, but they forget the dance, forget the why of bee-ing.

The lilies

star-shaped curved and thin as skin with
huge stamen thrusting out, tips caked thick with rust-orange
pollen. Just as we get them into the vase the pollen crumbles
down onto the clean white arc of petal, and sits in clumps
there for days, like food between teeth:
so unbearable but so deliciously definite.

()()()

antarctic time

this site is now set to the South Pole: about 10 hours further into the future.
(see time published, 2:21 in the afternoon, below
and date, above.)
lick it at risk of your tongue getting stuck.

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