jigsaw puzzle

sometime smattering of swallows

chirping as one:

"hey boys,

break's here, all right?"

besides whatever journal may be nipped,

for instance the distance,

there are further clotheslines out there

for washed-up sinkers,

for overgrown rolled up feather preeners,

for tangled timers of breakage

the malleable curve regarding any change

may or may not be necessary to surmount,

may or may not reflect colors distinguishable,

may or may not sing with rhythm tones alike

once nesting a satisfied mind,

later becoming moldy leftover cheese in some lonesome icebox,

preservation flies straight ahead,

imitation becomes illusionary

cant get what it's gonna come down to

unavailable to the masses,

only on hand to habitual tasters

whose tongues have all burnt away,

abandoned, desolate so cannot feel(!)

(so i mutter my selfmistakes, while reaching…no!

i feel the flow!!! that only, unmattering word

that can ever be nakedly carved on

virgin wood,

these pages)

Clifton, NJ

6/8/73