All that pulls at the lines of infinity,
All bundled together with your feeling
For the unhoused mates, the rogue emotion
Ravaging the thin stalks of me.

The haunts I make for you of ketchup and buns toasted,
Cut grass and sidelong horizons,
Pulling the trailer out from the driveway,
Out from surety,
The nights all wadded together as what’s to come.

Devilish fixity is not friend to beauty,
Her Iris eye lids and lips just above the red soil of the drought.
The thin lines between beauty and tragedy
On her waist like a tight belt or a loose draw from the future.

Out of the gashes of battle to the crops tilting in twilight.
Seizing the moment sleep talked of where beauty pumps
Viscous oil from the well, not too sweet and not too crude,
Just right in the gushes of money and the Pre-Cambrian ones

Who left us their stubble and refined our hearts to be able to
Perceive nuance, drift, the catapult pulled taut and the brush stroke,
Shutter click of word passing things to sleep and back
As the language to say freedom, I am holding tight to the ones I love.

I love holding out as from above the waterfall
On a drone flight, looking down,
Sampling the pestilence or the level of purity
Or placement of a bomb.

The war is on everyone.
From Sagittarius A to the deep field of the back forty,
The mule song of the hidden loads,
The girl song of sampled memory,
A song of the old loneliness and longing at the earthen well.

It is well and good, perturbed and perceived as glee
As feeding time, as home
All a rupture of released seed, wind and hope,
Tide and travel, schedule and dumb luck.

Have it your way, the same as all the other way
Ending up on the cutting room floor
Or at the extras party, festooned with the ticker times
And ribbon making again, going going and sold.

Top us off
Source of sorrow, windlass of failing navigation,
The fart of the mind laid back in the black
Where subsume gives birth to bloom and
The wild tirade is a roost for the ladies and the garden party.

Pantry is ground and bed on the floor,
Is as the ice once spread through heat’s glacier
Now revealing the half rotten Mammoth
and oils of decay –

Pay down all of that borrowing,
Find the worth, the value,
The thread of infinity’s beauty
Within and without.

By Rolf Stavig, 6-03-2021