awakened by lightning

you can't be awakened by lightning.

i know.

one is awakened by thunder.

but i felt like saying that.

like catachresis and all.

i like the catachresis of it.

just now that thunderclap like divine shit fit atop my house.

it sounded like it crashed right in my street.

most likely the football field nearby.

the tall chrome-looking lights seem to be attractors.

this is odd for 2 reasons

1) it woke me exactly at 7:01 p.m., which is the time i was due to take a pill (thanks!)

2) i read this schuyler poem (again) last night...which describes exactly what just happened ("one bolt fell in my street!")

     Cornflowers

After the stormy night:
the crack of lightning and
the thunder peals (one bolt
fell in my street!)
the cornflowers (or are they
bchelor's buttons?) stand,
ragged scraps of sky, in
a shrimp-cocktail glass on
thin green stems with thin
green leaves, so blue, so blue
azure as sky-blue eyes
the cornflowers (I wish
I were wading through a
field where they bloom)
tattered tales of my life.


John, Juice, this poem you wrote is as pretty as Schuyler..


The year’s last ice
is tinsel.

Fossil water, tickle grass,
mirror water, scrub grass.

Ducks preen winter
from flight-tinned feathers,

paper wasps crowd
flowering fields.

Rain mitts the shore,
spring mints the sky.