Poem — be a glob of mud
i.
be a glob of mud
some flecks of straw
be a weed
or a flake of wood
easy as sunshine
no care moonlight
stand up sit down
get back up
ii.
follow the leaves
randomly blowing
go where
the wind blows
zigzag the straight path
like you are intoxicated
admire trash
admire girls on the avenue
iii.
the fence is broken
how lovely
the foundation is leaky
how lovely
the lot is cindery
how lovely
living dying changing
how excellent!
—
CM Evans
