(memorandum)
after
Greg McLaren
drawing
a new coastline
with
just this little ink
a
wash
hard
not but to think Norway
come
closer ear of sea
and
islands -- you lie further off
I'm
telling this tale, am I not?
and
is it sky draws on
so
shaded from green thought?
lake
longing to be ocean
the
river draws the sea
you'd
want
to
climb back in
from
this heat
batten
hatches
and
the egg rolls away
the
one perfect thing today
perhaps
is
I'm not telling
it's
from which a world
the
wobble!
look
at this layer
the
Anthropocene
they
made some plastic, this mob
stage
strewn in the Shakespearean sense
hither
all before us
for
eternity vast deserts
last
sun is the brightest
all
we leave goes to it
the
only
principle
of comedy
must
be
that we survive
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