End Day State

And all plant life,
consuming force that waits
to be consumed
carnivores, voters, car drivers,
roadside assistance,
handfree handsets,
chewing gum,
the light upon
the chest upon
the uppriced coffee
of the Christ,

olive skinned cat
of the house
of the hall,
o trance state and
the right to write
the things that
bring no harm,
o rare bright exhaustion
of every poufy song
the hillbilly mountain goose
arranger of the lines,
responsibly, the couch,
the couch,
responsibly
to leopard there
toward sleep
toward the lack of
interest in the general public,
the post office and each
little cube of cheese,
o thou, barreling nowhere,
stretching the genetic information
of your roach-like soul,
the do-gooder and the
do nothing and the
homo as they say
out on the street,
the bicycle lock despair
of the frizzy glops of oil
what mib is this,
what conspiracy of
dark Darley Arabians
spreaming down
the track
what terrific postulate
of lazy pen and ink,
what itchy stomach,
when to wake and
when to sleep and when
to be in heat,

for the very few
and the very many,
for the four legged things
and the oranges in bowls,
broken of the spell of the
me that be, partial to
nothing but ice cream,
strike out against the
pen nib and the
happenstance of
hair upon bright air,
be the hawk that you never see,
fanciful ground dweller,
uneaten squib,
caterer of cheese,
electrical conductor of
the complication of the
household and the
landmines and the
waterlocks of geef
go chickens of the
school yard, come
doorstop of the
delivery man,
run harbinger of
take out food,
linger
and then hunker down,
give it to me, your soul,
what do you think you are?
And I am that one too.