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Friday, June 24, 2005

mostly stichomancic new yorker poem #4

Conformity is right for you, ask
your advisor, only a minute walk
from neveragainland. A sharp
potentially uncontrollable increase
in threat. This is modernism in both
thought and action. This is like moving
to Munich. Who is going to take care
of you? Maybe he's protecting a world
he loves from a world he hasn't had time
to mend. Nothing is more valuable than
leaving a good history behind.
No such luck. Life is totally about losing
everything. It's always perilous to predict
the end. For instance, pomegranate flowers,
oversized and blood red, turn upward.
Manuscripts in bookstores, libraries,
countless watercolors in her studio
on the second floor. I suppose it was
a strange childhood, but it defined
their lives. The wound feels like a great
inflamed jewel glowing in the dark.
I did not accuse a single angel.
Without psychosexual drama, without
well, getting fucked, she might just grow
a beard. He waits for more, but there is no
more. A warm, steamy rain comes next.

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