Wednesday, December 2, 2020

bill bissett : two pomes




wer i 2 describe how i feel being away from yu ths time

its not th sound uv galloping horses suddnlee animating
                     relentlesslee   its swimming in th pool
         without sound  neer a barrier reef  gone sew quiet
                   aftr an ultramareen  green storm
            a nite in a hay field  in th karibu  its almost a
                          profound  knowing   tho living has
     shown me   thers oftn nothing 2 know  whn  it cums
           2 peopul   n dusint life  show  virtu is not reelee
    alwayze  rewardid   almost evreething cums n goez  n
        th tempul uv almost  is sew oftn wher we ar going thru
            sew manee time whirling worlds  sumtimes speeding
    sumtimes  quiet  like ths nite  away   if th luck holds  just 2
        sit with yu  undr th huge skies  undr th manee staree nite
             n b listning 2 yu  with a frend  n sew mooving   n i know
      i will soon  sit with yu  agen   if ths sonnet conveys  aneething  
           thats trew  on th curving shape uv th  erth n watrs uv
                 northern  kebek  n  ontario  th treez swaying a littul
          in th soft  nite wind   n starting 2 show  sum feint gold
                n red crimson  colouring   as ium listning  2 othr
                    voices inside my hed   n mostlee yu  talking
                 as in a reel dreem ths is  yr vois etching n
                     punkshuating  th late summr  air




th vista uv memoreaa avuuuu klangour

what can yu find that in th swamp in th purtsswallar porsheeour garborabanga
cud we evn get ther thru all ths deranged soakd dreeree soggy thikled spangrottid rita
rota tenpratur n th roofs wer all giving way heer  that much rain n mor cumming lookit
thos clouds we gotta make a hed4 out uv heerbyes n now rita whistled sparro n murkfir
oh
lethal th embrigliwu n fastr th dreems melting dew they require a sensaysyun
permanent stabilitee 2 build westfalln farink whos calling now we need 2 get ovr that
bridg ther b4 it collapses th dangrs maximum eithr way spring spritersbwhist vumheer
grab on 2 me ther we got sumwher n thrs mor 2 go now chanting will help conscious
breething at th sita seminar i first engaygd th mossd retreet built direktlee in my brain
n th consumr prays n relagating all th tree tremor 2 th fast n slow dsapeering rime n
time th ethrweer was it 2 much not enuff th suckled sickled lets dew it agen n th peesful
full uv tastes n bounced museum consciousness uv th indwelling mind ful thos roses n
trinkful trunkful lets save them heer rescue our obliviousness from itself selvs glad 2 c
anothr day  thers a word 4   what

 




bill bissett originalee from lunaria a far distant planet was sent 2 erth on th first childrns shuttul from that endangerd planet as all th oxygen had run out n reborn thru wundrful erthling mothr bcame fairlee soon aftr 12 surgeree n mor 2 cum


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