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Meteorological Lessons
From a Childrens Book

I. Origins in Playful Force

Here is the 9 a.m.
Swollen with morning traffic.
By way of its regulated press,
I am channeled,
Into counties which had hosted,
The woodcuts and marzipan cliff facings,
Of my own exhausted years.

Return at once puts them in
The mind of a track-run slideshow,
Scored by a broken window,
Its bandage of,
Duct tape and cardboard collage,
Fried with velocity.

Here is an outing of simple dress
And goofy asceticism
In hopes of

II. Country at Windshield Ticket Price

This dawn-kettled retreat!
This diminishing doppel-ville!
Its southwestern face showing less plainly
The development hangover

When surveying these confederate formations
One must witness sans fittings
Hugging close with this diffuse force
The sweet lands disassembly

This penny opera in harbor
Shy for only another hour
But in that time developing,
Tutto il Reincarnation perfetto di luce,
It with a wide waltz
Or a periscope inversion which could,
With imagination, play,
The glacial wastes,
Of exploratory texts,
The sung, opulent procession,
Of primely traveled relief maps,
Or the whiskey torn rasp of pulp adventure>

The day lids opening,
a final purchase,
of unapproachable blue.

III. Lakeway Fisticuffs and the Big Payoff

But, however it was,
Intersections now,
Convene with greater frequency,
Long 71 cadences,
Are distilled to the rowdy effects,
Of out burg commerce.
The bandit thought: that-I-may-be-lost,
Gnaws at the fence ends,
Digs out the gateposts,
Threatens to really make faces.

My quilt shop understanding of the land,
Mostly arrived at by,
Sense and the odd night dash,
Is busy seeming suspect,
When a road wheels off and,
Settles like an arm,
Around the great sledge of,
The Mansfield Dam.







IV. Mansfield Dam

The dam, I note,
Is some lithic carnival for sure

And from here, as the crushed granite plant
Of the Mansfield Observational Lot reports
It is sunk in a husky distance

Crowned even, with the ballroom orbits
Of flocked scavenger birds
Which now make the movements of ash
From the nearer bank to the further one
And, along with myself,
Must be numbed by this
Some fanatical wind

Down stream the land
is julia and mercury

and I watch this couple until
Inside me is a tremendous speed
Showing my daily senses
to be a packed lunch

I hear the meter of the view
The in-scene tone of Purusha

In Mansfields legacy
Is Samsaras
Well-regarded complication

This reduction,
With the wallflower force of the morning
Is kirtan, and I am involved
Worrying finally into cogent tunes
The wild, irresponsible pains in my chest,
A churlish hunger,
And the poorly reasoned faculties
of appreciation and sentiment!