After Everything

After Everything
(apologies to e e cummings and thanks to ern malley)
since felicity is first amongst the faculties
it wilt never
need you
to beam a fool’s gold
west of wyoming

when spring-time is in the World Series
my blood-hound aqua-planes, and kisses aren’t a better father-land
than wishes

undignified i sweep by all irregularities
(don’t crypto-analyse this)
—the best geyser of my brain-storm (sprung unheeded)
is less than
your eye-strain’s flutter - which scalds

no - we aren’t fit for each other:

perhaps i’ll launch,
(leaning back in my arm-chair)
to understand

life’s not a poetry construction
and a death-mask is no pariah.