Watching a rerun of the movie favorite
Where a dejected naval would-be hero
Hangs himself in a unit of the aquamarine

If you cannot make a living from your art,
double the art, double any part

(but not the whole)

Of those who finally win notice,
of these artists it is said their early work 
is either purer, more astounding,

         Whatever is expressive 
about clumsiness (bad knees), 
        disproportion (potbelly, 

“Hold, just grab the grass,” counseled my link
to the humanized, floricultured top,
when, on the incoming tide, the waves
tall and brown in a fog, basaltic

Falling to
his potting-mix-brown
avenue—

    Heaven bribes me;
But for a dream
I have only to lie down.