Day Thirteen Leafy Glen

October 13, 2010

Thirteen 10/13/10

Taking pictures of the übermench at play

steely daffodils, tranquilizing jonquils,

he could appear, like Hamlet and Lear, to be gay.

If it were not for the horizonless smile

and the shoreless coil of his lips

eating American corn by the square mile

And drifting out of consciousness,

I would pine for this man’s drive

to make appetite his happiness.

The old polaroid of bees in the hive

soon in flight and vanished in the air

gather lovely light and are alive.