theres the dog
howling at love
henri was so lonely,
he painted two black people
in a zinc forest
where there was a moon
that shone without lighting
a goddam thing
henri painted himself
'henri is the conductor'
of the orchestra?
for some reason
he was in the woods
henri was sitting on his
goddam stool
in the woods
for whatever reason
not orchestrating anything,
just waving the bugs away
theres the dog
howling at love
101 oprichniks
riding their horses
congratulating themselves
on their knowing
it feels good to be alive when you know everything already
goddamit
how quickly I can lapse into the crazies
how many times have i seen the line,
"he was crazy"
"he read mathematics"
"he was crazy"
"there was the saddlebag full of knives"
"he was crazy"
theres blood on the saddle
i'm a head making comedy noises,
the dogs heads were on their brooms
the dogs heads had the moon eyes
moon eyes were in the field
coming up from the dim bottom
like white fish bellies
the peasants lay on their bellies
the oprichniks swept them away
with their brooms
and the dogs heads
laughed and laughed
the peasants rolled in the winter hole
101 oprichniks went riding home
to a fire that they knew well,
a familiar fire
and in the dances with fire dogs,
even the oprichniki couldnt foresee
that everyone would scorn everything that they know
everything they understand, they mock
everything they dont understand, they hate
that these days the po' wet nap, wet towel, moist towelette
is just that, and if somebody calls it a poet, its an insult that draws swords
or worse, the lawyers
and every spring everything blooms
and dies in the winter,
and everything dies
except the dog
howling at love
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