--after
William Bronk
California,
magnolia,
culture of death,
went the sound of things to come,
blossoms and stucco work,
breathing with your mouth,
a particular hauteur, good fun,
pastel-ism,
big enough and holier than.
Daring to treat the world with consistency.
Considering, nuncle, its buffets.
Hairs,
unwashed fruits
& delights.
Could we?
Would we eat and tempt variety, our original?
Or choose the suture,
the mouth-sewn idea
of all things, consistently thingy.
A sparrow's beak
in sparrow-stifling heat,
open but trying
to hold in, incarnate, its life-
air, super heated.
Them. Life is a dream of them.
All ostinato.
A plinth,
oh loam.