It was time for tea
But the lieutenant was dead
And sorrow trees
Waved branches
At the moon
I laughed at the wrong place
I was bent in a small room
I did my best to see the far sides
Of the minutes
**
Morning distress
Barely awake
Already looking for names
Drinks coffee
Says to himself
“The countdown has begun”
**
My early days
In and out of hospitals
The doctors
Now beneath willows
How proud they were
For a few brief hours
Shining pen lights
Into a blind kid’s noggin
**
Say what you like
About “the deep”
It sure makes
For folks songs
**
You see, you can go
To the cemetery
Have a picnic
On top of
Childhood’s doctors
Bring a ukulele
**
It’s spring
Thinking of Lorca—
What was it like, god of mine…?
**
No, nothing like coherence
Spring
Preparing sandwiches
For the cemetery
Planet of the Blind 