Intricate Fasting

This little bridge

three of them

blasted a recess in the rock

hoovered the mountains

played with a squirrel called Scrawny

(hangnail on the forefinger of Death)

a hundred yards from my home

what home you haven’t got a home

I do so have a home

Mottled later the pattern recedes

into my marvelous life

Hey how are you life

never been better

that’s good

’cause I want you to take care of yourself

understand

Yeah I understand

Aw for the love of Pete

The pattern’s got on mushrooms now

on the clothes of aborigines on magnets

They are sending a boat for you a

private launch

Tired of feeding the muskrats in this shithole

getting ready to tidy up and go

leave this wooden structure that doesn’t love me

Wait there are one or two small items to regulate

before you can go

I repeat I want my life out of here

dissolved in memory

Bring on the aromatherapy

boys there’s a job to get done

Me always in the middle

me whining

me probably not such a nice person after all

me on the stadium

me persiflating in the dire blue strait

me up to my ankles in woe

me rejoicing in the realization of my perfectibility

Loggerheads come on down

They’re waiting for you

in the cabin

this way please,

And that should be about right—