Songs of Unreason

The humid summer season evening was once as hot as delivery, and he or she swam out into the evening past the dock gentle. LOVE Love is uncooked as freshly reduce meat, suggest as a beetle at the song of dung. it's the Celtic puppy that ate its tail in a dream. It chooses us as a snowfall chooses a mountain. It’s seven knocks at the door you pray to not resolution. The boy the woman to college consuming his center with each one step. He wanted to bounce along with her beside a lake, the wind displaying the leaves’ silvery undersides. She held the wet bouquet of untamed violets he had picked opposed to her neck. She wore the solar like her pores and skin yet underneath, her blood was once black as soil. on the grave of her puppy within the woods she advised him to thrill leave endlessly. again INTO reminiscence The tears roll up my cheek and the automobile backs itself south. I draw back from the woman and opposite in the course of the door with out having a look. In defiance of the physique the brain does because it needs, the overwhelmed bones of lifestyles reknit themselves in solar. within the evening the physique melts itself right down to the void sooner than beginning sooner than you swam the river into being. loss of life looks after itself like a lightning stroke and the next thunder is the veil being hire in twain. the desire to stay can go away like that raven colliding with the solar. In age we tilt towards domestic. we wish to sleep many years, no longer eternally, yet then to sleep many years turns into ceaselessly. borrowers They used to assert we’re residing on borrowed time yet even if younger I puzzled who loaned it to us? In 1948 one grandpa died stretched tight in a misty oxygen tent, his 4 sons accrued, his papery hand greedy mine. just a week earlier than, we have been fishing. Now the 4 sons have all run out of borrowed time whereas I’m alive pondering whom I owe for this undeniable reward of lifestyles. in fact time is working out. it usually has been a creek heading east, the freight of water with its dazzling heaviness following the slant of the land, its future. what's lovelier than a creek or riverine thicket? Say it really is an unknown benefactor who gave us birds and Mozart, the secret of bushes and water and all dwelling issues borrowing time. might I nonetheless love the creek if I lasted perpetually? PRISONERS honestly i've got misplaced my good looks yet this isn’t as very important because the violation of the parable of the final meal due these approximately to be accomplished. i think within the sacred legal responsibility to offer a guy approximately to be useless what he desires to consume. now not actual. In Texas it’s constrained to what’s available, the loads of lots of frozen rubbish prisoners feed on. to not fear. I’m ineligible to be performed, no longer being convicted of killing someone, yet after a life of chewing I’d decide on a saltine cracker. in the end, we bite and chunk and bite. Pigs, fish, depression cows and gamboling lambs move via us, to not converse of fields of wheat and lettuce, tomatoes and beans. Our jaws are powerful as a woman’s thighs pumping up the steps of a tall construction to throw herself from the roof simply because she’s bored with chewing, being penetrated by means of swallowing, and of a guy who chews as though his existence trusted it, which it does.