This Sphere of a Thing

this sphere of a thing.  the sphere 

doesn't move.  the parts that are

its edges, the wane, the waxing,

inconclusive, the dog on some patio

then gone, then a jaw 

   pain, reimbursement, all sorted

measures

   measures

       measures

this sphere of a thing.  

this sphere of a thing.  time that comes rushing 

as a bee.  to raspberry.  

this sphere of a thing. 

this sphere of a thing.  I'm all

but collapsing.  it's a worm-like foggy

interlude who banks, near nude,

this sphere of a thing.

this sphere of a thing.  a black line

pasted, because it was cut, onto.

that's what I see but shouldn't.  

me on one  

      side of the meadow,

me and langue 

      remote. 
I'm teen.  rosy 

immaturity, rosy shake.  

      rosy imbalance

rosy mistake 

slow 

this sphere of a thing.  above mine,

if I close my eyes. 

ha!  a cat wilder.  

ha!  one eye.  Creeley 

for reals, those squirrels, those dives,

languid, sordid, inadequate rhymes 

      ferocity  

up cheer, excellence, 

      bye,

holler exceptional, holler crime, sun-lick face, 

new york times, unfamiliar passages, unfamiliar 

      lines

              fire on wall

              fire on wall 

                unfamiliar fire, 

              fire this tall