Thursday, March 12, 2015

OF PROGRESS

Walt Disney 
declared—there's 
a
great 
big 
beautiful 
tomorrow

shining 
at the end of every day—while 

Dickinson dared—
there's 
that

certain slant of light—
oppressing 
and
investing us
with all
the hurt
that heaven can muster; 

but looking out—
I just see
a great
big

carrot 
up there—

spot-lit fat 
and hairy
and orange
and knobby
and whatever—

on a string that's
suspended
from the drop-
ceiling
of a
carousel
somewhere

on a themepark
lot—
the floor
of which seems
to have been rather 
listlessly littered
with a few 
black 
banana peels

which I'm 
hardly
concerned about—since the whole rig

kind of
more or less
seems
to be 
moving—all
together.

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