Friday, July 27, 2012

night desires so much that it desires nothing at all. incalculable sound rushing toward itself from innumerable sources is marked silence. preternatural sadness perhaps is health but is more likely a climatic tragedy. and nobody turns those invaluable inches which would cause their eyes to see another's, fearing to find life there.

Saturday, July 7, 2012

I'll understand when I understand.
Not before,
and probably not after.

Sunday, July 1, 2012

?

Vague womb mostly
but for its constricting pains
a dozen weeks yearly.

Fig, and figs, and
thick yogurt, and fermented tea,
and thin-
woven black rug beneath the table
which I eat at.

I do not take off the ring
which Anabel gave to me
which was her father's and then
hers and now mine, remove it only
when washing dishes, taking baths.

Pliant tennis shoes perhaps are for running.

The moment has passed over the course
of some months,
or
so

I am bleeding indifferently

or

bleeding with indifference.

I must have a very stupid
face.

I must have a very stupid
face
because I cannot think
of another reason

that I would be taken

for such

a

sod

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