Friday, April 02, 2010

"Nor iris of the frail and lunar bow" -Smith

"Worry Bead Museum"

collect pictures of breakage
tomorrow that will turn to structure
that doesn't end in purchase
to have said something
lost on the solitary air
and goon saying

and watch it keep

the cry went out
so i stood there
the call was for scissors
but i didn't care

tweezers not scissors
made the wrong kind of poet
in this epic debacle
who'd limn & intuit

some face for the gazers
& now they will goggle
tweezers not scissors
with scant honeyfuggle

O maybe it's banzu
but certainly chirg
in skugry to tweezer
a scissor's fey darg

Prophecy from 47 Ursae Majoris.

Selenium Ghosts of the Eighteen Seventies.

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