Recede----> (Happy June everybody)

Jordan




With the unison strike of a thousand once-gilded bells,
giants crash to scorched pavement.
Not gracefully.

Cuff links whose purpose wanes quickly.
Why contain the erupting flesh-fat
that draws the skin from wrist bones,
like rusty sinkers would,
a cloud of squid mush from
from an angler’s reel.

Two thousand leagues from certainty,
yet anyone will tell you what he knows.

Do you have anything to add to that?
Baby, baby, baby it ain’t easy.
Not so helpful a hint,
but twas a good try,
and would have been
in a scene of newspaper clad midtown bums,
not so graceful by Anyman’s standards.

Not gracefully putrefying once-pretty pastures,
comparatively~ innumerable grass blades pregnant with liquid.
Comparatively~ pretty putrid, pretty putrid, pretty putrid,
against a postcard backdrop.

Anyman’s land’s pretty putrid against a postcard backdrop,
lest we embellish.

Skin drawn from wrist bones of anorexsaurus rex,
Rex, rex, reflex,
and the ground shakes when something heavy hits it.

Heavy hits the ground,
the sinker, two thousand leagues from its nylon womb,
its receptor moves to accommodate new life, new lead.

No recoil, rebound, reserve.

Not gracefully,
lest we deserve.