goodnight, death run wild with the conceit be patient, you relieved to see this browstapled face a problem of reference we’ll solve in the morning.
Tag: parents
Braille Poem No. 1 [draft 12292013]
the ring finger
the palm
ring finger
the palm
preoccupied
father again
wonder again
another
chalice-full of vinegar
strapped to this cluttered table
again
Charles Olson again
pinot noir again
sony again
starbucks again
menu and ravenous tin
the New York Times again
exclude burning past lives
holding the hand of wonder again
pushed into the street again
ring finger, palm
palm, ring finger, palm
suddenly with such speed. morning again.
“Proof that cinema is 50 years behind all other arts,” [draft]
The brain function!
each line flirting dangerously close to each above
suburban new jersey tan
sandy sandals skin cement
The patterns repeating!
another handsome man
illuminates his jaw
foreground becomes background
the first assistant cameraman earns his sleep
and Fellini’s big toe is bleeding again
On the third re-write:
“Terrible!
the cruel bees have sucked
all the life from these poor flowers.”
The camera pans, eye follows
think cribward, lens exposing film
light through the apartment’s curtain
sounds at city dawn, as an also-ran theatre
absolute silence; safer here between
her blinking lash against yr ear.
“Ricordati che è un film comico”
