Arts and Crafts

Today

a paper whirlpool found its end

and rose

rose up around me,

crashed into frozen crest

of paper, paint, and glue.

Out on the island one bear lives lonely

in a two room house full of photographs;

sepia songs of devotion, one nail in a white wooden wall.

I hold two tools in each hand

and stand

with my feet planted wide

I stay that way until the sun goes down

and up

and down again.

In Spring whale-time, and I don't get the pleasure

my lids sealed shut with Elmer's glue

sock-feet feeling blandness full of knee-mistakes and sighs

in paper bucket swirl of good-for-nothing tool-friend can't do shit

orso melancholio who-knows sits and stews on human love

what for old man you've whales and all and I so far from the sea