Frank Prophet of Clark's Creek, Kan.
Unus dies par omni est.
1. The Hoot Owl Is Squalling & Somebody's Dying Out There In The Cold
2. Saw Mill Accidents
3. Caprice
4. Piñon Canyon Backstep/March Of The Profiteers
5. While Glimpsing At Muir's "Story Of My Boyhood & Youth"
6. The Mole Looks Wistfully At The Crow In Flight (Stock Yard Bull No. 1)
7. Nicodemus Was An Educated Fool
8. Fable
Caprice
I've got a letter in my pocket that was written by a man from the Dales
He was drunk
on cottage wisdom.
I drank it in with a whisper, but the whisper turned into a shout:
It was all
about the caprice of nature.
We were all born into a universe of love,
a universe that was indifferent.
And though the sensation that entered was one of dread
I laid my head down on a pillow of sand.
And nothing happened.
While Glimpsing At Muir's "Story Of My Boyhood & Youth"
There will never be another day like this again
I have learned that the hard way
The sun will never shine again, in the window, just like this,
at least, that's what the birds say.
In the enumeration of people you won't see again,
some won't even get a picture. Some will sacrament the ground
just by their being there,
and some will never miss you.
We'll never get to live the way we did that day
or see Bursa for the first time.
The sights, the sounds, the stories all have changed, as is their way,
they've been conditioned in their own way.
And if you decide to have a child, the child will see this soon,
but she won't ever tell you these words.
He won't ever hear the blackbird that you're seeing now,
she won't ever see an iceberg.
I walked by twenty students at a coffee shop,
they all had things they were about to say.
I'll never say those things or do what they're about to do,
I have been conditioned in my own way.
Fable
I hope to be around next spring
we'll be together then
to watch magnolias bloom.
To see the leaves on other trees
lament the loss of fall
and plant seeds.
We'll be around Election Day
and everything will change
in an instant.
Bombs won't drop like falling leaves,
the world will be at peace
in an instant.
The neighbors cheer on dying lawns
"Our savior has come"
for now,
all there is is hope.
And I have hope.
I've got a letter in my pocket that was written by a man from the Dales
He was drunk
on cottage wisdom.
I drank it in with a whisper, but the whisper turned into a shout:
It was all
about the caprice of nature.
We were all born into a universe of love,
a universe that was indifferent.
And though the sensation that entered was one of dread
I laid my head down on a pillow of sand.
And nothing happened.
While Glimpsing At Muir's "Story Of My Boyhood & Youth"
There will never be another day like this again
I have learned that the hard way
The sun will never shine again, in the window, just like this,
at least, that's what the birds say.
In the enumeration of people you won't see again,
some won't even get a picture. Some will sacrament the ground
just by their being there,
and some will never miss you.
We'll never get to live the way we did that day
or see Bursa for the first time.
The sights, the sounds, the stories all have changed, as is their way,
they've been conditioned in their own way.
And if you decide to have a child, the child will see this soon,
but she won't ever tell you these words.
He won't ever hear the blackbird that you're seeing now,
she won't ever see an iceberg.
I walked by twenty students at a coffee shop,
they all had things they were about to say.
I'll never say those things or do what they're about to do,
I have been conditioned in my own way.
Fable
I hope to be around next spring
we'll be together then
to watch magnolias bloom.
To see the leaves on other trees
lament the loss of fall
and plant seeds.
We'll be around Election Day
and everything will change
in an instant.
Bombs won't drop like falling leaves,
the world will be at peace
in an instant.
The neighbors cheer on dying lawns
"Our savior has come"
for now,
all there is is hope.
And I have hope.
Copyright . Frank Prophet of Clark's Creek, Ks. All rights reserved.
