What Is The Eventide

Go the distance. If the password is over. Don’t tell them the stone is fallen. Water. Bridge. Damn. The parable of decent living giving radio transmission. Don’t tell them you’re sick. Devon cream. TV antenna. Rabbit ears. Ghostly companion. At midnight, the best time to part the veil. Nine days in the camp. Rings on fingers signifying import kept hidden. Cadence on a string of things. Times in the kitchen. Countdown to listening. Hearing the table talk before you. Inner wax. Youthful vigorous against it stance. It is more careful than you realise. It is still here even if you’re not. See how easy it is. Shadow tells you in between the shoulder blades. When there’s a limit, there’s a way.

I can wait for the rest. I can wake up in a boxcar, see the flies in his mouth, getting drunk on his breath.

I can say it. I can say I am. I can carry water to the stove. Done.

I can dream about her opening the door. This time I will let her in.

Sometimes she wants to see me naked and I’m ready to be seen.

Praised be something. 6

Let this one then be Henry. This is Devon. She is looking at you. Her name’s Karen. They don’t use those names any more. Crispin didn’t take the garbage out last night and his girlfriend Shona does know who her father really was. Take that for an instance. Good thick drink. Water is a liquid. Giving me the business. Once there were some people who believe in art and education for the value of itself. Now the fences are sophisticated more. Going to the ice cream parlor with the pallor of vanilla. There were flavours. There were different people with their different hats and coats and shoes and skin tones and their different hairdos and their tone of voice and their standing in the way of one another and the looks upon their faces saying if they want you or don’t want you. No one asked for it. It was given freely so you’d suffer better for it. They are vetting them right now for the senate. Peanut butter and an allergy to pollen. Bees are missed. Everything gets in here better in this way. That’s the way to do it putting everything in here so the in between is coming through. Can you see the shadow of it. There are no more stories being told. They are coming to the surface. They are meaning or a feeling.

It is meaning or a feeling.

August 9 2013

Why does it to begin with every dance in the summer the last log is burning fine, just fine. Trifle with them trumpet the good looking soldier fire dog matter of fact, yes. Go-between dies the flavour of ice cream because of the certainly unfolding the sheets is clean. Graven image.

Glowing power sticks to the pan regardless of soap in your eyes are going to see them with or without you on Tuesday. Clever the dog watching the cat and mouse gate swings forward like the dust the magnet reel turning. Every word is one. Then there is the question of two. Three is assured. Devon. Partly porpoise. Mole.

Drums are driven by back rail channels the underground feeding pen wonder when it’s going to be ok for a while. Longer than a month fed the squirrels and birds interesting to believe in. Gone for ten gone for a pound of it you see the end of anything around here calling you? Disproportionate.

A thrill. Meets the camping ground waiver. If you are then signing with pens and colour is seen. Oh listening the bug flies lights on. Don’t hit it, she said. Begging the question. The shadow is big the object is small. Fortunately cousin.