04 August 2012

51. /d/ ends with c stutter (f sonnet)

culling enough from it to construct moments of order
with fenster shot, the blacks are going to be all over Jackson

you, constancy and exegesis, were found very loose
some even without ulcers - who've said practically

in Europe were leprosaria, deserted all over
there aren't any mental hospitals in Bellona anymore

this place isn't going to be here tomorrow
that's all right

pulled the hands down from the clock
the burning city squatted on weak, inverted images of its fires

the luminous light shapes that flanked me and threw pastel shadows
wrote some more, only they came and burned them all up

  this is a pretty vicious looking thing
  I have come to

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