Your Brother the Visionary
In the slatted shade of one o'clock,
He hatched and cross-hatched
In sharpened No. 2 the flanks
And metallic tails, the tundral
Shadow of drifts and continents.
Some people are simply dead
to the machinations of all concerned,
but you knew he was a pioneer,
and thus immune to all the standard
cures: dating and drinking and the stark
tableau of it totally does 0-60 in five
seconds flat. Wanna see? Wanna see?
He just kept drawing. His cyborg
malamutes awaited, barking out,
Oh yeah? You'll see. We will drag you
through your sleep, we will erase
all your records, your highlights,
under the cold light of the arctic stars,
we will blow all of you away.
* * *
Tonight, barring an attack of the super-lazies, I will post a review of Lauren Bender's chapbook "Some Bees." Huzzah!
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