THE BIRD FLIES TO GOD

o you spectre appearing as that old sawdust plays

o you gigantic sepia pollen grain
o you sideways spatial rectangular area filling sideways with water

o! how you revolve!
o! how you fill sideways with water!

or some other
clear liquid!

once you told me
I should've been
a prophet
two or three thousand
behind the "eight ball

when cobalt lines
glid from your tapestry
and I revolved and
my eyes sang
and I
could not be touched

sor
ry
the air around me -{ so bright
-skin-
supercharged paper
all flut
teri
ng

all
blue
spangled
glassy
all
lines
completed
simultaneous
first
black
then
all
all
white
o
how
white!

how
white!

Ezekiel saw
the wheels a-turnin'
way up
in the middle of the air
Ezekiel saw
the wheels a-turnin'
way up
in the middle of the air
Ezekiel saw
the wheels a-turnin'
way up
in the middle of the air
Ezekiel saw
the wheels a-turnin'
way up
in the middle of the air

now
why can't I run around without m' boots on?
I just wannado whatever I feel like-a doin'

now
you can't do that
what would people think
if they
saw you without your boots on
now maybe
now
maybe if you
fill these forms
get these signatures
speak to so-and-so
push this bit
over here
tap down
breathe hard
onto the console
piss into small cup
bequeath unto us thine hallowed
hale blood and skin and tears
you can get a permit
and maybe
how 'bout you can
just go 'round th' studio here
wittout yer boots on
how's
about that

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