ANAMNESIS


It double-tracks on you

the aquarium light

the turning

of a swan-spun

milked

dream

of perfection

This might be the tourism guide to the ghost

boat of the post-war industrializing of diet TV

City wave

salt blocks the size of cathedrals sink

this isn't the depleted earth

Like cavemen excavating a woolly

mammoth

And this isn't Before Time

Though it's before Casual Pleasure

Hot water running

in a luxury of silky cascades down one fairly oblivious

blonde artist's

shapely Euclidean ass

Dinosaurs did die and were buried

They turned into freight trains

No one anywhere in sight would ride them

The thing shook so nice on its bright silver way