poem
(talent)
i need a good rainstorm
and some healing powers
some lake-effect snow
to blow in off the lake
lake effect snow….
if this were the sort of town to have snow
i could be buried in a snow drift
i could be buried in a bank vault
with some snow
oh, Chicago
there is snow now
town of euphemisms
to show that world a difference
to show that dog: wag
that he’s not got ticks anymore
but dandruff
that he’s got
cocaine
and a head of wind
once more Ye myrtles brown,
with ivy never sere,
I come to pluck your berries
harsh and crude
but what is snow?
as interference, the poem’s life’s inside snow
but not mine
i need the weather man too much
i need white
as a blanket condition
as interference
in the television set
the factories are covered
with white crowns
i go for a walk
in the snow
bringing a snowman