MAY DAY 2005
1.
despite the
dandelion spore's
fragile sphere
of perennial
paratroopers
despite the dogwood
flower's brief
efflorescence
and the fine tailings
indicating ants'
activities beneath
the pavement
(a small beach
deposited on the surface)
and a host of other
topical turns
towards the present
I return to labours
other work the
real day thrusts
into the orbit of
aches the fault and
default position of my
preposition in
the now on
the mend under
the boot in
your face
I call to all my
fellow befuddlers
awaiting anxiously
for anything to
quake we have only
to step together to
the wheel but turning
away it's easy to
roll over in bed
a stiff back and
too many cares
put on the wheel
of nothing changes
again Ixion
2.
or take a
phase out of
ordinary say
of the moment
sure snow flakes turning
out to be cherry
blossoms filling
suburban yards
on a day of
rest the real
labour is unrest
turn the screw or
a queer shoulder
shrugs discontent
and uncivilization
as in the matter of
time v space
no one uncovers the
hour of revolt
without replacing the
rock and walking away
a little embarrassed
3.
thus we have
victories over visions
conquests over conversations
and antic animadversions
I get in the car
and drive into
the dream where
money doesn't exist
and everything is
abundantly clear
we choose to work
there because it
feels good to move
in unison okay
so that was a
fading realm of
yesterday's yearning
but tomorrow will
be a day in
May all over again