COSMRAOLOGY
rain from the bush splashes
on my
shirt
detritus from the trees grease
the wet worn slabbed sidewalk
when I got to the giant eagle
there
was a bomb threat
you my dear troublemaker are the means
by which a confused person like me will attain enlightenment
no raisin bread
what we are doing here is so important we had better
not take it so seriously
my mothers birth pangs and womb discomforts
these are my accomplishments
in february
persistence of memory
fields of auvers under a dark sky
the dawn that comes when you expect
shadow
all that was good was lost
but
underfoot
aren’t we ridiculous
the original version of matthew
ends
with the women running from the tomb
and
telling no one
may those whose hell it is to fight
and wound be
turned to buddhas
in lieu of a berceuse
an
explanation will do
the goofball has found a friend
his phone book
becoming a book of the dead
----------------Vincent Zepp