James Cagney – I
learn to talk in
thin mornings with deep breaths
foot on the gas pedal
music just and light the astronomical viscosity
You know what it is
in the means articulate
with slide rules and infections
high peripheral the slow table
crystal pore sweating
Her neck pulsing down in the meaty realism
“For that nation and kingdom that
will not serve thee shall perish;
yea, those nations shall be utterly wasted…”
melting crucible?
nay the bull, pointer o’ bludgeon
giggling on a fresh sleazy carrot
soaked in fog, lazy women naked in the Barn
ease resolves the line