The Desert<\/b><\/p>\n
The desert is in the heart of your brother.
\nYour brother doesn\u2019t even read poetry, but
\nkeeps the desert\u2019s book, with that dumb title,
\nwhere you\u2019ll see when you next scrounge dinner.<\/p>\n
But the desert\u2019s just one of these kids who
\nmake bad jokes at a poem\u2019s expense, you say.
\nYour brother sticks the receipt at one about
\nbeing tagged in people\u2019s photos of their dessert.<\/p>\n
The desert\u2019s big secret is that it has no secrets.
\nAnything you\u2019ve learned to admire in art and life,
\nthe desert infers. The desert can afford irony.
\nYou should see the desert\u2019s parents\u2019 records.<\/p>\n
While you were pouring out your teenage soul,
\nthe desert was becoming the sort of desert
\npeople might not want to live with, but relate to.
\nYour students still talk about the desert\u2019s visit.<\/p>\n
The desert only worries about what all deserts
\nworry about. The desert certainly doesn\u2019t lie
\nhere wondering if craft is a kind of entitlement,
\nor if its ruin will just prove the system works.<\/p>\n
Today\u2019s waiting room is blue with babies: How does that feel? The spine, alas, Soon, let\u2019s have a look will be all it takes. Should I tell people you\u2019re dead in five months? <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The Desert The desert is in the heart of your brother. Your brother doesn\u2019t even read poetry, but keeps the desert\u2019s book, with that dumb title, where you\u2019ll see when you next scrounge dinner. But the desert\u2019s just one of these kids who make bad jokes at a poem\u2019s expense, you say. Your brother sticks […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":23,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_is_tweetstorm":false,"jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":[]},"categories":[320,322],"tags":[],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"yoast_head":"\n
\nThe Great Mosque<\/strong><\/p>\n
\nchairs blue, carpets, noticeboard blue,
\nblue flyers, print, maybe print-out,
\nAugust Macke\u2019s Kairuoan II\u2026
\nConsole us, faded, printed maybe,
\nblue. Soon, a man\u2019s head calls the name
\nno man has called you since you were one.<\/p>\n
\nwith its kinks around L1 and T12,
\nis old as gold, and young
\nas erosions in a fishless sea.
\nYour tricorne camels are on the move.
\nDon\u2019t worry, little August, big Alice
\nwill be just another planet soon enough.<\/p>\n
\nNote the blue tower in the distance.
\nSoon enough, he\u2019s petty, then curious
\nabout the chiro. Is it true, he asks,
\nthey have some kind of gun?
\nI should make furniture. Who will buy it?
\nIt\u2019s the quilted columns that are old as empire.<\/p>\n
\nWe are getting movement. It just wants educating.<\/p>\n