I think the tree is very much turned on I can feel its sticky sap rising in my eyes Its sticky sap is in my eyes I do not think the tree wishes it were dead I think the baby is very much turned on Look baby a birdie in the tree Say bye-bye birdie now go out and get a job My job is writing poems and reading them to a cloud I think the clouds are very much turned on Apparently birds are very much turned on when they fly through the clouds and come out shedding water from off their wings Even when the earth was flat it was very much turned on I do not think the earth wishes it were dead I do not think the baby wishes it were dead either I think god was very much turned on when he set up his easel and began painting the ether Anyone who looks can see the pinks and blues are turned on I think Leadbelly was very much turned on I think Irene was very much turned on When they looked at the painting they wanted to leave the party together Is that a cloud? I think questions are very much turned on That is why they go serpentine at the end I do not think the questions wish they were dead I think the idea of a centillion is very much turned on But there are darkables in a centillion questions As when a dead face asks for a kiss Oh Oh the glorified chloroform of the air And the trees and the little nest at the top of the leaves I think the idea of leaving is pretty much turned on Why do you wish you were dead?
MARY RUEFLE'S latest book is The Most of It (Wave Books, 2008). Her Selected Poems is forthcoming.
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|Title Annotation:||six poems|
|Publication:||The American Poetry Review|
|Date:||Jan 1, 2010|
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