Raymond Farr
Apparitional States
6.
& because
I grew up
A child
Of so many
Sudden
Human
Reversals
Of fortune
I was
Always
Recanting
My previous
Testimony
As though
Each dark
Operatic
Passage
Into the
Labyrinth
Of pastel
Dusk
Without you
Dear Poppa
Never
Happened
It was
Fat times
For the
Worms
I was
Searching
In ponds
In windows
In the
Scant
Delirium
Of all
My barren
Afternoons
For the
Small
Golden fish
Of yr
Reflection
& so
I stabbed
At yr image
There in
The water
In the
Mirror
The shadow
Of yr head
Like a
Dire
Splotch
Where
I laid it—
The silent
Head
Of Orpheus
Doused
In
Forgetfulness
& leaning
Against
The swing set
In the park!
Evenings
The TV
Hummed
These
Little
Brittle
Lullabies
To me
In the form
Of 80
Sullen
Metaphors
& I fell
Asleep
My eyes
Stitched
Shut
By
Dragonfly
Nightmares
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6.
& because
I grew up
A child
Of so many
Sudden
Human
Reversals
Of fortune
I was
Always
Recanting
My previous
Testimony
As though
Each dark
Operatic
Passage
Into the
Labyrinth
Of pastel
Dusk
Without you
Dear Poppa
Never
Happened
It was
Fat times
For the
Worms
I was
Searching
In ponds
In windows
In the
Scant
Delirium
Of all
My barren
Afternoons
For the
Small
Golden fish
Of yr
Reflection
& so
I stabbed
At yr image
There in
The water
In the
Mirror
The shadow
Of yr head
Like a
Dire
Splotch
Where
I laid it—
The silent
Head
Of Orpheus
Doused
In
Forgetfulness
& leaning
Against
The swing set
In the park!
Evenings
The TV
Hummed
These
Little
Brittle
Lullabies
To me
In the form
Of 80
Sullen
Metaphors
& I fell
Asleep
My eyes
Stitched
Shut
By
Dragonfly
Nightmares
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