noose of perception

title-jonathon deon



in the late morning trailer park
back yard, i eat the weeds while
 thunder approacheth from the sea.
near the mexican sunflowers
a swallowtail   flies , darts away
from the killing machine to another
a bounty coronal colored, like nasa
emhanced pix of spiders in the sun.
 sprouted from a dollar envelope
,a lepodepterial banquet across my yard.

when the rains come, they come hard.
flock of ducks wanders the bayou
dipping in the puddles without sense
to get out of the lightning.which doesn't
seem to strike them anyway. duck bills root
in the marshlands which spring in the front
yards of the trailer park. such beautiful lawns
in monsoon season.battling shepards needles
because i got rid of the sandspurs. my life
is so dramatic.

i've some of those flowers in a horsehair
vase i icked up in arizona. my niece is there.
she's going to have a baby. her latest pic is 17 wks
she's calls it duckbill. sweet. i'm so glad she's having
one of the twelve kids she wanted when she was nine,
an only child. glad my sister gets a grandbaby, makes me
itch for mine. i may get to see  her today.
now's the time to be alive, stay awake and smile.
no work to do, woo hoo.listen to twee music
talkin to you.

stole some of that from the submarines. 1940.
i guess that woulda been the year. no wonder retro's
so fashionable. less weight of cynicism in cultural
revolution's genesis, the theories untried. practice
is so much more empirical, like a chemical mix
determined by time and baking soda. stole
some of that from the parallax of the crow.



there's this dude hid a treasure
somewhere in the west
and is giving  clues to its whereabouts
in a poem. also in a book. also
online. so someone may find it
before he dies. he had cancer in the nineties
and he's still alive. blessings for the blessed.
money for the willing i guess.

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i cld certainly dig being a supreme being of leisure.
floating from one moment to the next,
entertained, unbored, riding to gulf of mexican time stream

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