On Attaining the Natural State

for Donald

Come misremember these:
the moon on a trapeze
Arlecchino and a fly—
the three of rule cannot apply
to an albatross—
no fight with getting small
no wandering the hall
no time to wonder why
he isn’t that stopping guy
or on a horse.
We took a left turn
(Hell shall overflow)
black cap and neck scarf
hero Twins to go
town cold as stone
no nobelium in sun so
reactors improvise:
this was the bloody story,
the eyeball getting hoary
it’s easy to forget
we haven’t seen what happens yet—
uncarved we try.

Da dumb da dumb da dumb
da dear da dear da dear
day die day die day die

his innocence of state returns
by thy beard and long grey eye.

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