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From "Lines out of Space"


Is is worth



it now that I said it it
seems so much more realer
somehow is this the apparition
trembling in the moisture
gathered on the yellowing bluff


on trains many things happen but no more than anywhere else
movement-containment-they-are-isolating
put something in a box any old crap it becomes my gift to you
a man is holding his nose in such a way or seen without due care and atten-
that I think his hand is his nose for a moment


I am not a talker a day decoder
will I tell the others about the nose, about elvis here and michael jacksons over
there is it worth it it is an unlikely thing a
precious but unlikely thing a mirage of light dispersing in
the shattered clouds resting on the lee


with each comment on it you add on to it
I watch a tourist chase a map in a small capricious wind
in reaching for the glass I knock it further from my hand
death isn’t in the detail but the accumulation of detail is
the way one talks with death
or

A GHOSTLY MIST OBLITERATES ALL WITH ITS BILLION PARTICULATE SMEAR

Comments

Anonymous said…
I like bits of this, it's casual, and i like that...has the epic feel of pound, but not as erudite(which is good, in a way)...

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