Elizabeth Willis, p.1
THE YOUNG BLAKE
sleeps into heaven with his lamps on, finishing explanatory negotiations for a while. Deserting the enemy. Star formations, sandstone understanding, rock time in general, whatever, Latching onto ecstasy (words that change on waking), clover as a syrup of spring mind. Working off a defecit of sleep or cash. You know who your friends are. Singled out in traffic, lurching into light, having lunch. You're a little one with sand in your eyes, with green on your horn, with milk on your chin. With flowering ears and hearsay.
sleeps into heaven with his lamps on, finishing explanatory negotiations for a while. Deserting the enemy. Star formations, sandstone understanding, rock time in general, whatever, Latching onto ecstasy (words that change on waking), clover as a syrup of spring mind. Working off a defecit of sleep or cash. You know who your friends are. Singled out in traffic, lurching into light, having lunch. You're a little one with sand in your eyes, with green on your horn, with milk on your chin. With flowering ears and hearsay.