Mpls. Star-Tribune, spring 1957
ALTER EGO
Hobo, out there in the wind & the rain
like a shattered King Lear.
An old-fashioned father.
Harmonica squeals – like brakes on a train.
Looks up toward the ridge, where Henry
mimes King of the Oak.
The Knot-King (royal joke).
Spidery threads cross buffoonery
with tacky mute muttering...
clay Eye-in-Hand
from Coatlicue-land.
Anne Boleyn territory (stuttering
terror). He’s your 8th alter ego
this month, moony Earth –
been angry since birth.
Tsk, tsk. Some boor’s addled Eddie, yo.
Divided-dividing, fibrillated
fibber... earthquake
salaud in pancake
make-up. Henry? Must be related.
Brothers, battling in his head
since Cain was able to kill –
equilibrium still
left out of the equation, love. Sad!
There’s a buried man on the other side,
sire (near Pig’s Eye). Emerald
green, her leaves unfold.
Big Muddy catfish will abide.
11.17.18
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