For A Guy on a Bike on “The Art of Living Life”Posted: April 8, 2011
Laziness I’ve known by her shellac and easy coat–
that roll roll and gasp curl of the noontide
and so too those glory heights,
those incarnations of Jehovah light
that seem to spread in unending
unraveling remarkable sighs.
Praise crazy! Crane necks
and all the other somersaults
of children’s hex-stacked unyielding
Ahh the sweet relax, why bother
with such seated tacks and change it up–
a longue silence, as they say in other songs,
where craft sampled crumples lost
even this is immune from total frost
even this is lost.