Is This Glastonbury

Alight sound of bending branch and caramel

light, auspicious or anticipation of auspice.

Last night we slept in a handicapped bathroom

with; where might we have gone off track,

did Carolyn return and leave in the night (it was a well

worn notion), things like this. What amounted

to breath between us, and our thinking is this

Glastonbury?

Still several large piles of stuff battening down

the sluice choice of attendants. Struggling

goodheaded asceticism and attendant on

what amounted to saltpeter of ground outstretched,

brutalist of civic amphitheater construction, sugar

plums of all-weather maroon seats extruded and

bolted into cement steppes; that this should be

lauded amongst us? with a clearview of life ascendant?!

The mexican stoneware giving way to porcelain?

Slush to glacial ice? This to Glastonbury?

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By advantage of some years hence, the week

bested us. Neither apparent risk of sleeping rough

or going seeming the good choice, now is dross,

gravel, soporific, it is hard to now work up.

Or an absence amongst the returned us.

Yet, whomever we then lost. Glastonbury, it was.

to the Ocean

in defense of easternizing west, west east. Stone sewn
until accidental scraping-over incites—on flat ground! even
sanguinity of gold and rust on a hill side, sloping down
to the city—on one side—and ocean on the other.

You ruddy maximalist. Wearing a toggle navy blue pea coat
and combing the beach, cigarette smudging the blush
of your pate. It is never easy making self-sustaining
diets of disparate threads undulating like fissile seagrass.

And then you are even in love! with the jewess daughter
of a wharfman. And as distant as the tribe now felt; old
maiding, perhaps, but willing to do it up in a cigarette dress
of starched black cotton. Brother-in-law to the butcher,

to the ocean.

Scrub

Scrub, eked out
in a tableau, thus

as if Morricone had
given up the ghost.

So, back. 'Way two
conveyances playingly

race-draft. One
in front for some time

then curtailing back.

To the point that pupil
indistinguishes from iris,

shirtsleeves give way
to a bit of calf?

and what next?

Eagles mating with silt?
Pinecones and foals frolicking?

I am getting drunk.

Right. Could've thought
it would be $750,000

from here on out, that
the disturbance was

evidence of a human path,
not the confused starling

failing to launch around
in underbrush for some time?

Even this 4x6 color printout,
garish with it's back and white

affixed with color blush,

an old photograph grainily
reproduced us. And

how the way we were
then; affecting a buffont,

cleaning under fingernails
with the emory board hook

from a set of clippers,

gesticulating uncomfortably
in the snow, just

having sullied something.

This was hard fought; we
wrought a sculptural mountain

of it, Tatlinly; babbling. He

was not so much a scrub
as lacking in some capitals

as we all are.