For Cass McCombs
How much farther do we get with this naming?
“For Kurt Cobain,” Clark Coolidge
Step into the dead oak,
Take away all light, every glimmer
“Subtraction,” Cass McCombs
*
That’s bitter
The oneiric face
Its differences
I won’t name you
It’s not fair
Again with the saint
Intraocular breath
Domain and expulsion
I won’t name you
It’s insincere
*
Genres of laughter
I fed coins in
To loon’s smooth beak
And you watched
Combing your hair
Such a laugh, come
Now I’m being real
*
Hermit’s asking
Stone
Uncorking, contracting
Let thought to eat
Crime
That’s the smiling ascending
I had in heart, finally
North leads up
You see a frightful cave
And you call me a name
*
Man is just
Where I’m from
Like a star
Chilling the air
On earth cold
I could never name it
*
Solar mildew
Huddling on day moon
Cancelling creation
Another willing element
I wish things were different
It’s spring again
Some birds are swimming
