8.


So on to the next thingsAnd a goddess


I can detailRight in the face and not feel


A thing out of orderNovocain Novocain refinery goner


The theme proceeds in a long mangled line—


ApophenaicallyObliterating noise while at the same time


Embracing itYou hear thatIt’s a liver


Or a river in your lifeI can’t imagine you sailing


On a Sunday or a Tuesday or a tanker


Where could you be rushingDrawing your amazement


Your one mangled eye just looked


At the television, the dust in your pajamas


I reach out in pieces with a hole in my triceratops


It isn’t enough that we used to be closeI love you


But right now you’re swimmingremember