Wikipedia Poem, No. 258

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“Unvisited I do not live, I endure.” August Kleinzahler

 

or fall into the talk abroad
that corrupts the few poetic souls
who still sing in macbeth’s blood

or uncleave our township & turn toward
his broad blessings circled by mirth
this is allowed in god’s bready decoy

or hide the sea’s black-hair with no decoy
those who ask with a polite smile pass
pass this agony shell the nobleman’s security

or would noblemen decay ur-net-shops
over art-shops or habit-shops or per
animal-shops it is not to say for angels

or allow it to come by day these even angels
caught not under force this brother cool roots
such answerable litheness of a bitten minute-body

so at each erring my herein spaces out
the no-makeup joint rapt by vague angels
sort themselves for extermination up and in especially

sanguine of

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