Paradise Lost Or . . .

"Paradise Lost Or Enterprise: The Bus Ride, The Vessel -- Itemized"

caught short singly
one rainwrote April morning in Hyannis Port
when snow's a science
over ice roof and snow floor beachsand and
Easter Sunday sun a Milton shadow opportunity
opposite sleeping young and rusted-rocket cool
in Ferriswheels of Decadent chestnut hair
shortblack pleated cotton skirt carouseling round creamcoffee legs
Swinburne stretched in desert stockings slightly spread
hands lap-clasped
nose art decco erect eyes razed marble monuments lips
just lips
china chin touching down on a fire-
work whitesilk blouse (no ruffles)
a plainsong of anti-flesh skinquisitive
toes still and borne just like ejaculated popcorn
jacket (buttered leather) shoes (pumps -- patents starburst bright) bag
(royal with umbrella) tossed
off about her
cotton candy breasts breasts roughly rippled by the fucked road to
go tunneling
not traveling
Descartes-launched in
parting
only a star-spangled-banner thought
old Lucy Gray reserected
equated (transcribed for solitude)
for nine hours' bad road