the tragically poor design
that has tripped you up and overthrown
wasn't your humped shape
so much as your crazy legs, your nonstop
retreat. This pavement's cracked;
you should have been more circumspect.
a furious kung-fu
hero once on the late show
and he regained his feet
in one convulsion by kicking them out
at the sky,
and the Ming Dynasty
was saved to fall another day.
"luminous": all night long
the blue screen metamorphosing;
the chocolate snack cakes;
the wrappers stuffed back into the box.
toward dawn, in the tenth year,
I stumbled upward from the chair.
here under the streetlight,
I gaze down like an astronaut
at a leaf,
and a crushed peanut half;
at a bead of tar, glistening as if
some kind of connoisseur,
and saw things as they really are.
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