Ted Greenwald

for Ed. Baynard buildings blend into the sky     the work goes on from where we left off and consciousness, by rights, is doors and windows a spritz of color in this life is what we can expect if we can expect anything and a breeze or two a quiet day     a little sun that 5-letter word "money" relying on no one for pleasure than the weather and the then discovered leisure to lean a little into more than can be expected let me explain we feel the heart against the ribs we feel the leg against the chair we feel two eyes linked as one looking into your two and rubbing your brow like a finger taking the sweat lengthwise off the brow and drying the forehead which is suddenly your we feel the nouns make emotions out of a sense of easiness the ability to relax the desire to simplify what we suddenly discover is meant because we haven't paid attention to exemplify something what it is, we forget we know it was something special something out of the ordinary a nagging something or other stupidly repeating itself in a vague way on the sill when we think the water still that's the silliest thing I ever heard of hearing everything through the air conditioner above the bottom line

its method is men the fact and the game disorder grounded expressed real named the facts of life the planet its field the same day vehicles lived by the masses become contemplative attitudes powered by the joys of this world a glorious sign propagated with lightning speed at the same time its goal the use of time the speed of transport the margin of life the rational journeys by another path none of it bad the work from his world themselves rediscovers nature its essential green easily seen through like a window but intimate like a summer meadow as a result cold dreams draw misty truths to the surface official forgetfulness looks back on and chooses to forget the first half of to focus discussion on the second half like "I'm fine" as a journey all to itself and beautiful to the voyager particularly this service its servants our passage of time vanishes quickly like a leaf its eulogy a terrestrial paradise the very spirit of the renaissance to act on the basis of an obsession with death well, death pronounce it be-u-ti-full slowly revealed to eliminate this lived time men live in sea turtles to the laws

I turn over A new museum leaf The light is new And right on the spot I was just thinking about A fleet is about to set out On the ocean light Water turns to sky And makes the eye Blend ingredients in a bend Shaped like an ear A new speaker is speaking I hear the words They sound along The halls of the balls I turn to find them As if I knew where to turn Isn't that the sound That's present Isn't that the sound That's gifted Isn't that something I'd like to put upon The walls And take down Take apart And put in a mood The instructions to which I say aloud

for Mandred Hecht the management organized the company and that was splendid enough chairs for all a quick change of clothes and scene brings us to the lawn of the company stretching out under our gaze which itself beer in hand stops short of the horizon (grazes) everything else vanished a certain rhythm (uncertain) of the blood directed attention to the tapping foot was this happiness being witnessed was this many weeks did the people over there look same as the people over there (hmm)     who were they were they salesmen     could we brush aside the tapping that by now had given way to winking and that to sleeping and then to tapping again what was being what was being covered up      was it a fabulous shoulder gleaming     was it an exact (and exacting) self-image suffering no monkey business     were they happy     did the countryside bloom, did not subside who were they     were they salesmen     and given fresh air and sun     who were their wives     were they salesmen, too  from here they look organized and like good company not to overlook the flowers and facts what were they doing here     had they been invited     did they receive invitations     with what grace was it many weeks     they "you bet I am" emotion reflected (a shoulder)     whose were they sales men (and women) did they make rounds     and (ooph) how spiffy did they look      did they look up as the management passed threading toward the logo-decorated dais were they former salesmen (and women)     did they look it     what was their country of origin     was it organized     who did they think they were     (or weren't) how did they look in the light of the flowers of the facts were they news     the kidding aside the beer flowed the lawn rolled endlessly in and out like a boat a picture of waves     was a storm brewing     when vacations came around were they still to be salesmen (and women)     and retirement what about retirement but who could be retiring under the gentle hand of unlimited beer and lawn were those beer-colored storm clouds rolling in were they invited     were they salesmen (and women)     where did they come from     would they go away could they be covered up      why were they unresponsive to good sense      and why were they gleaming did this look like a good place for rain to retire in would rain fall without invitation     would it spoil the company what effect would it have on self-image would the people look the same after the rain     were they salesmen (and women)     why were they gleaming     did the self-image include shoulders were they inviting were they cloud-like were they salesmen (and women) organized to manage a quick change was the self-image good company was it a salesman or a saleswoman invited to be a manager would they make the dais what about the clouds were there enough chairs for all the managers would they live happy in those chairs after they were managers     would they settle for chairs