"April is the Clueless Month"
into indigo heart's depth
spirals the mortgage torsion
tomorrow i fasten it
to an island of alum
the passionate isopleth
moves on, sans one merged cudgel
on this morning of mystic
clathrates, i stalk the tombstone
Europa, keeping like a
ptarmigan, perfect sabbath
when i have a choice of pipes
i go for the jugular
"(but then almost the whole of the first edition of Wallace Stevens's Harmonium was remaindered. I bought two hundred copies at 18 ¢ a copy and gave all except one away)." --Kenneth Rexroth
Meanwhile, in Detroit...
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