and the item is life whirling
and the auctioneer leans back
says this says this
will not be our future
no this will
expresses most clearly
as extended
that such a thing
metaphor
pataphor in unfact-
o look
an eye-blue tarquin takes off
all its sails set
still set upon this I cannot
[whats, though, whats?]
destination Mars,
a whole genre novel
with alacrity to be hedgehogged
of all its drear love
what he said
what the thunder said
the dunder [the caboche?]
don't play retroracist games for now
is the winter
rip't from the belly of christ's American
hegeMony Mony here she comes
then suddenly she doesn't come
at all
—and without a gasp
oh phrike and great snakes
the way and long
.
No comments:
Post a Comment