When revelation comes, the God of Draperies Cannot decide the difference Between in and out. A patio is out though in a yard, he thinks, Nursing his ignorance And a mostly gone Tom Collins, The sunshine and the cicadas and the loveliness Competing for his rage. But a car is out? So what about a swizzle stick? Out of the box but in the drink, Then out of the drink and in the mouth. A little bit in and out, he thinks, the vinyl slats Of the ancient chaise lounge Stuck to him Like bacon to a slice of Wonder Bread. And the soul is in? And heaven is out? But when the soul is Out, is it then In heaven? Time for another Drink, a tall one, but only half. Which is the way it is, he thinks, With gods and worshippers and revelation; No one is ever sure Exactly who Has been revealed to whom.
Alan Michael Parker
What was he saying and to whom
What was he saying and to whom? With a silver thermos he left the building; He paused in the courtyard and turned. What was he saying and to whom? The building at dawn not yet a building Paused the way all buildings do. What was he saying and to whom? Time doesn't stop; time doesn't wait; Time has never moved. What was he saying and to whom? If the dog had been sleeping She would not have awakened, So small was the moment to lose. What was he saying and to whom? What was he saying and to whom? The courtyard at dawn was the same As the sky, the sky swept clean by the moon. What was he saying and to whom? Good morning, good-bye, I love you, I'll try. What was he saying and to whom?