Chorale 2

Voice 1

Voice 2

stem cells

pertinent

impermanent

twenty dollars would buy your rent and carry you to

infantaland, the after road, as poll takers.

princely? Yes, and caveated too, as are all afternoons.

we wandered in backlog for over a year, it
was not

fault is dealt as snow comes down and
the road rings. we go uphill.

custom infant to infant, wandering
playpen-like, it was playpen and
impermanence; the roads carried high on
shoulders, swallowing into mouths and
windows, night.

lights from houses moving, target-like,
stemming

the sky already gone, the ocean yanking

each playpen babied til it no more
cooed, pigeons

under thundersky growling their way
home, water belittling us and our

watchdog moving, the awesome rent
paid by calling, a calling, the ocean
pulling, calling, calling

treatise on fibered walk and on that
which we walk, long strands of hair,
princely, in the afternoons, long, long,
in the after road.

Voice 1

Voice 2

Voice 3

Your thoughts wound slowly round the
room like beasts rubbing against the
drowsy walls.

So she had nothing left but words. Many parents pile up words in an
unending array.

and you don’t have to wonder if I’m a
fool for love and if’n I am does that
make me country

She is said to guide the hands of the
midwife, to open the pathways of the
mother’s milk in the breasts, as well as
to comfort anyone who weeps alone.

She observed several females
unknown to her flitting dejectedly
about in the gloom, replenishing
plates with bread and butter and
occasionally weeping in corners.

Who’s that? she asked Elfine.

There was no real reason why he couldn’t
play on the swing.

the old woman leaned for me in her chair

Make requests reasonable and sparse

The bike stayed half-hidden, and
Mother refrained from making any
comment.

A part of every woman and every man
resists knowing that in all love
relationships Death must have her share.

all one’s craft and wisdom must be called
into action.