lacy schutz : poetry

			The Land of Permanent Bliss

			There are two different kinds of sadness
			One is a Gobbed Sadness The other
			is Lydian Sadness One spat from the mouth The other
			sweet down whose hips your hands glide
			Of the seven different nearnesses only six
			are nameable The Scholar’s Nearness Lineal
	< back to poetry titles		Nearness The Nearness of Ancient Timber
	< back to image		The Cabalistic Nearness Paso Doble Nearness
	< back to giornata.net		Asthmatic Nearness Frankly I don’t think either
			of us has yet discovered either the gorgeous
			or the gaudy I saw the way you jumped when
			But who knows where this train of thought
			might take us To Detroit probably or Fort Wayne
			The last time this happened I ended up
			in one of my bridal gowns the lace singed stumbling
			half blinded through an abandoned orchard Wait
			this is a good one I was in that orchard grass
			flattened here and there by the large warm
			bodies of mammals I was trying to find fruit
			that wasn’t shriveled or rotting As dark progressed
			I began running trying to find the road I fell
			across the body of an eviscerated deer head
			thrown back eyes open in terror You know
			how I always said I was the softest thing
			against which you’d ever lean It’s untrue The rotting
			body of a deer is the softest thing As dark was coming
			and chill descending I curled up against
			her torn hardening skin pulled her on top of me
			and slept in my lace and satin and doeskin dreaming
			of the uselessness of meek perfume and the
			redemptive power of spitting out sadness


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			previously published in Fence v. 7, no. 2, 2004-2005
			© Lacy Schutz, 2004