Spring Is
1.
Spring is here.
Now my eyes turn to incense.
Children are in my bones.
The dog of the world has no home
but vacant skulls and vacant skulls,
but where I step is a threshold.
Music clothes me.
Lift your windows, fathers.
None but the sky can hold me.
2.
White petals scattered on the skirt of
an orange peel sun...
Today, bow down to the Fool
who stands in his oval of gold.
Bend down and take some of his crazy
pomade for yourself, and dance.
Skip on the native rim of this world
and don’t mind the sting of the dollars
men fling. Let the Fool’s flute
play beyond that. When it’s night,
we’ll go padding through chambers
of lightning, and dance.
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