follow that airplane of course I'm high this is an emergency § giant Scots terrier I thought I saw was known as Taxicab Mountain § brown photo legend "serene enjoyment" they suck pipes bones crumbled back § night train whistles stars over a nation under mad temporal czars § round lumps of cells grow up to love porridge later become The Supremes § lady I lost my subway token we must part it's faster by air § "but it's our world" tiny blue hands and green arms your thought in my room § sweet bouzouki sound another syntax for heads up to the aether § in you the in moon its rays entwined in my mind's hair hangs down right in § viewing the dragon there they ride slim through my dream Carpaccio's pair § slow bloom inside you the mnemonics of loving incessant chatter § far shore Ferris wheel turning glowing humming love in our lit-up heads § switch them to sleep now the flying foxes swarm out great it's flurry time § wind rain you and me went looking for a new house o the grass grows loud
Anselm Hollo - 1934-2013
i.m. Hannes Hollo, 1959-1999
Fought the hungry ghosts here on Earth "What is man?" asked the King Alcuin’s reply: "A guest of space." And time yes time: The past lies before us, the future comes up from behind Walking on Primrose Hill or Isle of Wight beaches Iowa City streets scrambling up snow-covered deer track To Doc Holliday’s grave in Glenwood Springs His helmet now shall make a hive for bees He fought the hungry ghosts here on Earth Strong & resourceful on his best days, Patient kind and presente Returning those with him to here & now But just as we settle in with our Pepsi and popcorn THE END rolls up too soon always too soon
"'What is man?' asked the King": Pippin, son of Charlemagne, 9th century C.E. "His helmet
now . . . ": George Peele, Polyhymnia.