The Mind assumes The Position Under a cocaine moon. Flip. Live it up. De-tox, re-tox, just like tides. Shouldn'a, wouldn'a. Ifn't. There is no shadow without a field To fall on. Tomorrow we can say, "Tomorrow." Don't tell me the truth will set you free. It's too busy making you a hero. As for critics, they don't know. They'll never know. They're not supposed to know. Acedia aside, Acceptance is the only way that grace survives. In us. Us shadows with no field to fall on. The violins were slobbering. There were heavy buildings. There were plenty of anxious people, crying, "That men may not forget me utterly." So there was a bonfire made of oars. There was. Without you I'd be heartless. I'd say, "Be there when it all goes wrong!" I might be stupid but I ain't slow. I don't believe in a world You could lose in a heartbeat. Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA 98368-0271, www.cc.press.org | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DINNER IN A QUICK LUNCH ROOM by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET WOODSMOKE AT 70 by HAYDEN CARRUTH CACHE LA POUDRE by JAMES GALVIN EIGHTEEN-DOLLAR TAXI TRIP TO TIZAPAN AND BACK TO CHAPALA by CLARENCE MAJOR STUDY FOR A GEOGRAPHICAL TRAIL; 4. NEW JERSEY by CLARENCE MAJOR |