Simple Theories

  Dear Time and All, The day grows rose scratches, succulent tomatoes, weird thru clouds from sun or what we know. Autumn asks for hay, apples, rising dark, and the beams of everything together. It doesn’t matter who does what but the season cannot be silly. Imperious moonlight becomes just reflection. The day makes a beat. Some of us tire from the simplest, tho gorgeous remains on our eyes. No room remains at the cemetery, long words lack effect. Because gloom seems idyllic, and Stone has such a voice, we make farewells seem frosty with spirit. We know we go on, even when the leaves in the road swirl without realistic import. The sport continues. Family melts into stone, stone so near. Drums tell. A flash of time and immediate guff. Winds weep the turning sky. Ghosts fill the cavern tho a sky of cantons seems insistent. Rocks carry voices, voices carry time. Small words tell rock, what we meant after all. Busted words meet in the end, and an urge to salute. Signing off as a friend...

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  line items on the Moon united in the space between  brothers caulk the heavens like ultra while rhyming Dylan with Dylan  the time for string beckons straw beguiles the mind’s sigh chortling chords amble in blink  poems exist in no terms that a poem can sustain wrinklings of probity in form the deck hands: the new world spends

   Poplars of jungle  Cagey enterprise  Specific debate points and dental plans  Pipe on the Hob (jig)  Old-fashioned example  House of trope  Explanation by mandolin  Archives, adjustments  Familial music   The levee breaks, keeps on pouring  Find your way home

  the definite became endless as families become im patient land of trees with frame and season all forget a lifetime of favorite  gorse bracken heather flush maple oak and the landscape spree

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  when everything mattered, when tax breaks darling, when sentences were sentences, when lip service served dessert, when elk had leisure, when even the musty remained, when uncalled for fronds in the picnic display, when Apache history gaslighted, when simplistic rainfall goo goo ga joob, when a piece of shit meant something, when dialogue talked like oats, Then to the lists fair elephants and prong, our daily dose calls to thee and your implied traction, cankers stand for festive, politics makes mucous, the sunless isles look dark in this light, we are friends to the end