Fifty million tons.


All these cars nosing after the unimpeded avenue, like eyeshut kittens avid after a teat.

    "why waste any more time"

1.
the merciful
bicephalous metonymy
song of inbetween
Darjeeling dumptor
hired caique calcspar mask
petal on a fishhook scam
weevil Thonis
run on the phantom load

2.
Darjeeling for the aftertaste
the door to the belfry

an old book only half-opened
for the special copier

Samarkand
MCO-15

Paula Prentiss


To have passed the point where most of our thoughts are thoughts you've had before. To have passed it so long ago you don't remember realizing it; & the relaxation of the struggle seems like a slightl winsome novelty. Almost, an inspiration.


Poem.


   lines from Royston's Lycophron:

Who round his limbs involved the leathern spoil

Dolphins, and orcs, wallow'd unwieldily

On the soft heifer wolf-like shalt thou spring

Swift Psylla whirl'd the rattling chariotry

When through the blazing helms and blazing prows
Pale crowds shall rush...

And temper foreign furrows with their gore!


"Language belongs to the saint children." (via Bernstein)