Bonsai Love Letter

not everything profound moves; 
not everything peaceful is organic
this poem is really a
	form animal—a bonsai love letter 
or a jigsaw falling into place

(either way, a climax in both 
entity and arrangement)

what i think i’m after: an epic poem 
including history, an awareness of 
history (these things aren’t the same) 
seems desperate, has the 
	mark of a secret face
an orgiastic face: divine, ironic, waiting for 
melodramatic prose, mock fairytales 
	approximating death

	nudges us closer to 
one bizarre and free-floating atmosphere
beyond language, beyond 
	all bewildered mating, the hollow lives of 
street corner messiahs and scientific 
	star people (wears vegan shoes, 
battles rock and roll with a toothbrush) 

not all brainwashing is accidental; 
not all kindness kills in secret

remember that
when your own animality 
shows up like a rogue
at the front door