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An Interpretation of the Paintings of Robert Rauschenberg for Ray Kass There is a bird in a box, the wildlife caged but all around, the life of the painting, wild wild, painting with disordered letters, the ordering the dis ordering,…
One of us would spot his horse, same white as his mustache, and word traveled on warm air. While he solicited orders at doors we stole pears from his cart, that battered gray board flatbed held together by luck. He was obsolete as promise. His apples felt firm green and his cherries were loaded with…
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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