Yes, Coach

A life broad-
brushed is
limited. Only so
many ways of 
describing
things. There-
fore. Repetition, 
replication. Yes-
terday he
got up &
looked towards the
east, west the day 
before. Today
he is out 
buying a compass, 
learning to do 
things by 
degrees. Minutiae.


in sight

Translucency on 
a different wave-
length. Not light
from behind
but from with-
in. How sweet the 
beets are. Leave
the words      out.

 
Meanwhile

So many things
beginning with the
same letter. No
wonder he was
confused. The court-
yard empty & the
flowers turned
into dust. Never-
theless he pressed 
on with it. Small
animals were
drawn to him.


Reminiscent of a Monet painting

Light is a 
skein on the 
water, is wool
under the eyes 
of astronauts. 
Is the sky de-
rided, a kind of
panopticon. Light
is a sty of argot-
noughts, full of
Goldwyn fleas.