Essay Breathless in A World of Cloud And Smoke
Robert Vivian
Because he can’t say it softly or sweetly enough, because the sight of it all blows him flush away, because he is ponyless, soul dependent little tugboat survivor, masterless, clueless even, an almost holy fool, because he is naked all adoring down to the tendons in his toes the one who sent him and wrote him even the one writing him now, essay gone wild, essay on the loose, essay freewheeling and spinning, dancing in a room by himself, because he is leaping over the sofa and leaping over the coffee table, because he is standing in front of a huge bay window looking out on a world of frost and ice, because he is in love with the tiny clipped wings of an apostrophe, because he is coming out of the closet as a drag poem and the fire hydrant is flooding the downtown streets and essay wants some free gushing water even as he is free rushing flowing stream hob-gobbling over the pebbles himself, because he was asthmatic as a child and tried to jump out a two-story window in the middle of a nightmare, because he is in love with the downy flight of swans and because… Read more »