rejectomorph (flying_blind) wrote,
rejectomorph
flying_blind

Yet

Again on returning from the stores I fell asleep straightaway. It happens more now. I've stumbled into this place where time is awry, or I am awry from time. Minutes were displaced, then hours, then days, and now a month has been displaced. This is late. It was for April, but the seasons have been odd for some time now and I suppose that I forgot because of that. Anyway, I slept and now it's late and here is last month catching up with me.

Is it Monday Yet?




Sunday Verse



Finally April and the Birds are Falling Out of the Air with Joy


by Anne Carson


April a mixed–up
blue
as voices out
of
clouds within the
deep
unleashing fresh
thing
of sky it combs
out
clear as Venus spills
aloud
behind what air up
where
the surface of her is
470
degrees and the mountains
shine
as if with snow it isn’t
snow
it’s bits of lead that storm her
atmosphere
shaped into cubes or spikes
by all
hectic radios playing at once In the Spring I Had Great Hunger.

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