Bells
Tonight when I look out the hotel window,
The bells inside me are quiet but
They start up again walking through the park
To the statue of the sun stepping on
A giant crab. Sunset wears a crown
Like a wound wears a crown.
Even I believe in something
When looking into water at sunset.
Even then the gods are at work.
The eyes see something beautiful beyond,
The shells of snails twirling like a galaxy
Made from a mathematical formula
Like a flame trying to become a rose.
Remember when Adam wanted everyone
To put on clown make-up to meet
His brother at the airport?
And that night Matt showed up, blood all
Over his face, laughing and soaking wet
When it wasn’t even raining? It all
Makes sense, promise the physicists,
Piling on more and more dark matter
Like in a Lou Reed song. Please please
Please, peels the oblongata.
What the fuck with everything
(American Reader, Vol. 1 No. 1)The bells inside me are quiet but
They start up again walking through the park
To the statue of the sun stepping on
A giant crab. Sunset wears a crown
Like a wound wears a crown.
Even I believe in something
When looking into water at sunset.
Even then the gods are at work.
The eyes see something beautiful beyond,
The shells of snails twirling like a galaxy
Made from a mathematical formula
Like a flame trying to become a rose.
Remember when Adam wanted everyone
To put on clown make-up to meet
His brother at the airport?
And that night Matt showed up, blood all
Over his face, laughing and soaking wet
When it wasn’t even raining? It all
Makes sense, promise the physicists,
Piling on more and more dark matter
Like in a Lou Reed song. Please please
Please, peels the oblongata.
What the fuck with everything
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