from: There Is Something Missing in the Whole Transaction between Us
The sales pitch
of thunderous manias
begs one more text
be read
askew
the likes of which
is market day.
"YOU'VE ALMOST CONVINCED ME.
TELL ME MORE ABOUT THIS CITY(I. E. FOOT OF THE CLIFF.)
ARE THERE LOVERS?
EXISTENCE IS MY SUBJECT IS HOLLOW."
In the cause of tireless waltzers
there are no things but things that are named.
I call this “photograph”
& this “sheik”
& this “cabal.”
In view of: The History of Chinese Art…after Two Minutes
in the Washing Machine, 1987,
books, wooden box,
and glass
(now destroyed),
I protested
& became sexual.
"YES.YES.BUT I NEED TO KNOW YOUR MOVIE PLOTS
ARE MORE THAN JUST SCRIPTED. I WANT A NORMAL
LIFE IN VAIN OR IN TEXAS NEAR OK BORDER. BUT
DON’T SAY IT WRITE IT ON PAPER FOR GOD SAKE.
DAFFY DUCK IS IN A POEM AND I THINK IT’S GREAT
HE’S GETTING SUCH FLUENT EXPOSURE. HOW DOES
THIS EFFECT MY CASE IN TEMPO IF YOU ARE NOT
A PAGE A WILD SWAN AT COOLE THE SORROW
OF LOVE THE PITY OF LOVE?”
I squander verbatim
at heart a narrative or beautiful run-on sentence.
I lift up “conch” to my ear.
"DESCRIBE LIFTING CONCH TO YOUR EAR."
I hear the maestro
(meaning Key West / meaning circumstance)
& Oceana smooth & nude in six reluctant similar scarves.
"YES. THE EXCEPTIONS ARE BEAUTIFUL.
A PRELUDE TO A DELUGE INTERPRETS NOTHING
CONCLUSIVE. WRITING IS LIVING IN POETIC FORM
IS A TRAGIC LINE."
of thunderous manias
begs one more text
be read
askew
the likes of which
is market day.
"YOU'VE ALMOST CONVINCED ME.
TELL ME MORE ABOUT THIS CITY(I. E. FOOT OF THE CLIFF.)
ARE THERE LOVERS?
EXISTENCE IS MY SUBJECT IS HOLLOW."
In the cause of tireless waltzers
there are no things but things that are named.
I call this “photograph”
& this “sheik”
& this “cabal.”
In view of: The History of Chinese Art…after Two Minutes
in the Washing Machine, 1987,
books, wooden box,
and glass
(now destroyed),
I protested
& became sexual.
"YES.YES.BUT I NEED TO KNOW YOUR MOVIE PLOTS
ARE MORE THAN JUST SCRIPTED. I WANT A NORMAL
LIFE IN VAIN OR IN TEXAS NEAR OK BORDER. BUT
DON’T SAY IT WRITE IT ON PAPER FOR GOD SAKE.
DAFFY DUCK IS IN A POEM AND I THINK IT’S GREAT
HE’S GETTING SUCH FLUENT EXPOSURE. HOW DOES
THIS EFFECT MY CASE IN TEMPO IF YOU ARE NOT
A PAGE A WILD SWAN AT COOLE THE SORROW
OF LOVE THE PITY OF LOVE?”
I squander verbatim
at heart a narrative or beautiful run-on sentence.
I lift up “conch” to my ear.
"DESCRIBE LIFTING CONCH TO YOUR EAR."
I hear the maestro
(meaning Key West / meaning circumstance)
& Oceana smooth & nude in six reluctant similar scarves.
"YES. THE EXCEPTIONS ARE BEAUTIFUL.
A PRELUDE TO A DELUGE INTERPRETS NOTHING
CONCLUSIVE. WRITING IS LIVING IN POETIC FORM
IS A TRAGIC LINE."
