David Bartone

Flower Cart

how you are.
the magnificent argument incision drawn across the belly,
but then you realized you were dreaming of what it's like to be awake how you are.
you who good spirits are.
friends and books, how it's always
they require to wheel you out finally.
set the eyes on some circle closer to your locale of hell-loosed mind,
it is the last you will see of it,
dispatch the dilated loops with some other thing.
is a doctor still considered
a finish a push a loose wheel.
an area    an era it was built in    an aria,
a stone a road a cobbled river at dawn,
    but here,
through the panes.