Poem

Notes to Self

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His eyes tired of inaccurate forecasts
hair flew off in all the wrong directions
but that’s what the big discussion here
is all about the birds wake and the force
of being absent resides in an idle lake with
vast plans for the improvement of its flora
for its praise and forgiveness. Our fathers
were duly impressed but still wondered
about the missing boot which stayed missing
manly but unhurried. But then when evening
finally arrived it was made clear to all who
would listen that polyphonic means the borough
of many wives. The sea had no response but
I thought when I grew up I might like to be
an alphabet or an almanac of empty lives
the way a lawless society depends heavily
on exports and the randomness of its forms.