Friday, January 15, 2010

A mission to 80606.

"its light a fading nimbus over Wales" --Geoffrey Hill


the houses of the moon,
funest vindaloo road

i leave no plaster gnome
grinning to endure

nor written scrap of proof
nor further knot the braid

i watch an idle fire
hungry as a lichen

now it gains the roof
swifter than double nickel

lunar and crimson name
noose-mark should it slacken

"Maybe the polka
injured thousands." --ibid

"...Seaward the prows are turned; the ships
Fast anchored, and the curved sterns fringe the beach." --Cranch's Virgil, VI.

Stranger than fiction.

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