Wednesday, 18 August 2010

got overspill wrecked upside
from the slip in gracious not
claim no rescission

plenary flat-footed gumbo solipsism easily
remembered, oh so babe for truthful sucker
punch to get our longing fixed in transit, star
to star -

to these this makes solar repugnance
inevitable, in which direction do I love, is
upbraided like the stupid shore.

No not fanciful begot Arthurian prophetic self
to come back here and sigh like roses
quickening by foreign exclamation no death
likened now to siphon all immortal dregs are not

life, by which I mean not allegory of the world

but its clear and prescient softness, only
to be bleached in sight of song
coursing final
seconds away.

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