Leaving an Empty Bottle of Wine Along the Windowsill of a Canal Boat


FISA light is
          FISA light is
     knowing what you're
             knowing what you're


   I have been in bed
              late at night
          happy where I was.
     When I got up
           the cupboard poured me
        No one else was up yet,
            I was the only person awake
            in the entire world.


    Moscow mule, Moscow million.
 Moscow million, I
          don't want to fight you.
   My country hasn't
                       the troops.
       Contrary to what your man
       read over my shoulder
                    on the plane —
  The soldiers are not feeling the wood, 
    they're felling the wood.
 You know,
           getting ready to write
       really old,
           long-old novels.
     Wire between their
         fingers & wire in
   their brains.   Wire, already,
   on their deforested teeth.


    Combined with other candidates' metal content.


    It'll look like
              we're raising rhinos
              only we'll be painting the
     desert with watercolor
  we hear sung
      too late at night,
        "Mooie Kaap, Mooie Kaap...."
                 I should have known —
      dry canals signaled
       a drop in the wheelbarrow full
       of gold I got
             back when I thought
              it was worth

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