a prosperity of ignorance (1992)

a chain of days, awakened at noon hour, leads one from the complacency of sleep to the
dormancy of reason. in denial of ennui's abundance, words throw fences from pencilpoint
to cage brain bubbles dancing a page mist. too much art plans an escape in twisted sheets
tied together from upper windows to the ground.
     portland's heathman pub, frequented by families with sunday familes; full breadbaskets,
grouped at round tables with small observant bursts of children cuts the tv's grasp on the
willful blind.  it makes sense to hop from cafe to cafe, a metaphysical fox in concord. play
feels like work was robbed of its claws.
     man and woman at sidewalk window; piano jazz. there is a gait and plate glass fence,
insuring the tincture of originality. this sunday's grey provides a daughter to pattycake with
daddy. nothing seems prosperous, or entire, or white. my shape discerns its own ignorance
in a pool of lazy, idle thought. the clock edits my morality, and all sides of truth depart, like
a pesto loaf covered in rough salt in front of strangers.