(via Centauri Dreams)

    "The Loon"

1.
To keep the glossy surface of the dream
immense sangfroid, immense mokita
the Loon
gains

so resolutely stupid for so long
and no amount of wishing
will bring it back
haze
pierced by morning commuters
how did we ever

chrome greasy lungfish
flesh-colored christs
that glow
which shrinks in retrospect at headlong rate

the Loon
gains
two stations
intersect

2.
the Government
sent out a mass email
warning ev'ryone
to remain frightened

sev'ral hundred Rockist monks
gathered at Graceland
America's holiest shrine
a crowd flocked there
linking hands chanting

Democracy Democracy

the Army closed in


"The Bookman wrote an ironic 'Apology for Overlooking Mr Robinson' which pointed out that the average literary editor had to dispose of about twelve bookshelf feet of poetry each year: 'Three-fourths of this is tinged with the "certain sad mysticism" detected by the President in Mr Robinson's verse, and one half of it is almost if not quite Robinsonian in merit. The more anxious one is lest a genius may escape him, the more he will read, and from much reading he will, in spite of himself, grow callous. Hence, cold and routine methods of dealing with the program have developed...' " --Neff


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