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by rain70
Posted to Poetry on 2003-06-23 09:01:00
1. The problem with striving
Is death at the end. This
Is not perhaps without
Knuckles disassembling, bread
Reversing into grain, water
Reversing into spectacle.
Specks.
.
2. The naivete of homage
Is plant instead of
“Among the jungle.” Linen
And linoleum are followed
By day-lights numbered like
Compromises shouldn’t be, like
Joining legend to fault. Have
You seen my book?
.
3. The dogs are dumb. So
Am I. I haven’t said
A word all day, tonight
I’m getting your clothes off.
Sleeping is a surgical subject,
Dust is the plume of my veins.