finished folks

hush I in my glottis go!

quiet you now fox too!

if weight be the matter

then decompose

and file away your

so it's straight, serious

with only little a swim

no folks aren't so

big as they may seem

not yet as fragrant as the red soil

or the sunned sides of little yellow

not as noisy as bluebirds

never yet as graceful

so i'd rather

i didn't

so now hush i

let fox you now too

yowza

-no one really wants to be holderlin out in the garden

with a foot of snow gathered on top of his head-

jim harrison

what the white goat said to me this morning

i will whine and smile

watch me to see how

please don't take me lightly

i'm composed of solemn solidity

and

smell fantastic in the march sun

come on

belly down now

let's settle this morning

in the hoofing of hay

woops, looks like it's about time to take the reins again.

otherwise, this great big bird of the world will get out

from under me, and well, wouldn't it be a shame to be

midair with the globe beside me, all feathered and oiled

so as to avoid the saturation of rain and fog, while I?

a patch of mess? soak it all in without even toes?

all that my life's about really

*

"fighting on horseback is beautiful"

ivan the terrible

*

what one does on one's time on

we fight tigers
beside not against

what we talk about in your made up room

tight

it's harder to

cross-country-ski

more so than run

single

knee over

single

knee over

knee

draped in

say, I adore,

say, Easy,

fishing hooks

thumb tacks

clothes pins

say isn't this

these easy steps

this fast pace out

onto the yard

of visual pieces

say, you say,

here, eat this,

it's mere skis,

meager shuffle

when I look down

the plane of snow is

all white, all over,

without

the image

of blades (grass)

I try rather triangles

rather cross hill

drag snow

over snow

I make no more nor less nothing