Far Away Lips upon an Armpit

When you come to Vicksburg

Will you take a boat?

The possibilities for visions grow

The closer you get

Vicksburg’s lousy with quizzicalness too

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That’s okay

My door's open to midwinter rain on the magnolia

Come on in

Put out your hand

Isn’t there a poem suddenly there?

Each day’s a new line in the poem of our life

The purest fragments the clearest

Residue of mislaid sound

You could say dawn

Sometimes revives a curious plant

Which might symbolize possibility

Or half a dozen other ilities

And then again sometimes dawn

Unzips a sleeping dog

Vicksburg’s lousy with those too

Unzipped hounds

There’s a haunted mansion

We should inhabit on a promontory

Remember when you said

You don't really get me

High anymore

I said I do

Four because one’s not enough anymore

It wouldn’t surprise me

If I had a vision

People have them in Mississippi

More than you’d think

I wander drunkenly here

Going up for a change

Was all we really wanted

That afternoon on the escalator

Now it’s always the last heist 
On this escalator where I’m only slightly 
Piqued to find my only slightly sullied wings

Hidden in your garretless eyes

Vicksburg’s lonely without you

Your irreprovably sour smile

How many teeth have chewed this

Little piece of eternity

As if beauty’s a thing

That keeps going up for a change?

My solitude has your face

Your sigh-colored hair

Your silence which comes as a kiss

What I really want to say is

This place could be

The happiest moment in all infinity

When will your boat
Arrive at the landing?