Soft, soft is my life and America is grand wherein I take off two whole days from work. The difficulty is in how to adjust to returning so that this hurting myself is to be included in my pleasure and the face of America, nose of a Mack truck, eye of a windshield, is not…
it doesn’t turn black from pink and you won’t be able to rest your eye while you think. You won’t think. The silence won’t be soothing as velvet to let you concentrate when the radio peters out. It won’t give you a float. And nothing like fresh cold water. It ain’t like going to sleep…
An Apollinaire is a person with a million Apollos.
16. for Creeley lexicunt one day fuck will be like love worked out in formu-la-de-dah that spooon that spooon starburst dustn out all over back seat covers. pat boone’s farm. & jimmy just a dream fabian society bandstand america. bennett cerf impanel it. th d a r confess thats how they came (accordn to…
Untimely alone. Where are the clothes I wore? The South Wellfleet Inn comes shuffling down Is this the door I came in before? Sweet Christ, Edwin you’re dressed already in your union blue. I’m in here with these industrial screws down the woodland steps a woman’s torso naked and bruised. There is not a chair…
I don’t dive for pearls and I don’t expect anyone else to dive for pearls either
You swat a bug off a ham shank. Meats hang in the attic like a row of stairs to another floor. You are up here to get a chair so you can sit outside if you want. The pixy little butterfly pins your daughter makes, are in rows in a box. Three were sold already…
The Great Dance, the Yu step “performed the Great Bear” or did those stars, into the midst of us, feeling us out to know the power. Exousia. Feeling the ground out step by step to know what sort of earth our senses made us (casting…
The pears fall hushed in the grass like fat pigeons. At first spotted careful as goldfish, a delicate bruise soon swallows their contours. On the boughs pears clench into yellow. (We ate slightly rotted pears as children, our tongues finding the sharp line between use & decay. Sometimes against the core, a worm like green…
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