i've been down to the end of all the lines,
between the scattered signs
and i've been scattered
dark the tree that trembles out beneath me
in a round a perfect wreath.
i've been trembled.
rake me in
reck my writ rod
my camisole god i've been writing
i've been beat in a subway seat
my subway feet just crumble
bright lights, big sound, and i'm gone.
i've been crossed
i'm a man with a gun aimed at no one
i've been no one
and i've seen a great thing--it was writ in ink
and you miss it if you blink
or if you stare too long
bright lights, big sound, and i'm gone
call my name, i'll remember it then
in the caw of a wren
or in the claw of a crow
sign the time
it's unbearably dark
and the rooster and lark have been warring all morning
and make me down a merry-go-round
with this planet you've found
and i will sing as it's turning
and rake me in,
the scatter i've been,
the smattered and spun spool of threadbare churning
i'll see great things rise up on jackdaw wings
with the rage of a king
and a kingdom burning
please make me down a pallet on your floor
how could i want nothing more?
just to keep your door--
in the bright lights.
big sound, and i'm gone