IT
IT has to come from beyond me
flapping in on a wing & a prayer:
doves, alien invaders, incoming
information,
I want IT so bad I can’t afford
the bad-it-takes. My macular
conceptions. Pretend.
Goodie for me.
Repelling what I ask for
resisting like rhino the
slings & arrows of
Miss Fortune.
Accentuate the negative:
lack, want, need, desire,
poverty I have with me
all ways. .
Look, the doves cry:
a deficit.
Dear Leagues & Legions:
Co laborers across the
Curriculum.
I would avoid like sin the
sound of professionalism
its dominant pair of dimes
I salute and preach
subversion.
Bumper Sticker Professing:
Bite the hand !
(All ye, All ye: in free!)
Which is the sound of the land
Full of the same wind That is
blowing in the same bare place
For the listener, who listens in
the snow, And, nothing himself,
beholds Nothing that is not there
and the nothing that is.
Wallace Stevens' Snowman
reconfigured
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