2 dead crows

i wanted to leave but felt trapped within the Q & A
fine full blades of grass  crept up thru the clefts
of the ruins
& a field of roses surrounded the colonnades
trapped within its chassis

we need not create a world    i mutter something to jim 
 
used to be so's one could walk within the garden 
w/o seeking solutions

h.w.'s pretty wife left him for a rich young free mason
anti-all-the-rest  where will all the poems & rhetoric
go now bad enough in any season but this one so interchangeable
with the last
he's closing up shop for dollar & health   ( c.z. not a bad looker )
will not see that statue where emma lay
rise up before her    again

         we sat in the truck     it wreaked of sullen & free
          crammed with colonades  & no license to  bear them

i muttered something to jim
                                                         what is free mason & does he still exist
     slave revolt he says disguised as       wild orgy
                 something tells me                                      then tells someone else  same

what's meant by all the pony  i asks    is all that philosophy ya speaks of  is it useful
say's useful as a poem     there's the rubout     climbing toward the tops of it

i insist on leaving  but only to myself. i am seated in a corner   trapped within the Q & A.
i'm not easy to read  though i always think i am so i say here this is what i am read me hey 
don't read me i'll do it for you   h.w. says she left him & his funds & health are failing.      
oh, stinking fucking rotten world where an uncontrolled grope comes so natural. 
     cider in the corner    coffee's not so good here anyhow    none's the music either

it's all the same anyway. 2 dead crows in the little basket with a 
lid...they've been showing us          them for decades    i mutter something 
to jim   i could have left hours ago 
         but instead munch another carrot     the  Q & A is over       i ask WHY...