Wednesday, January 12, 2011

NAKED SPELLER


At homecoming and abroad,
calculation drips from

photocopier to poem. I've
never seen a more

invested source detector.
Can you happen over me

somehow in a long
lost light-year? Here again the

sickening propagandist I wouldn't
dream of discarding—

well, linear timing's a
blabbermouth like that, a fee

no one can afford. It's terrific,
I think, a real assistant to

this hazy, careworn clincher.
The resulting remnant, at least,

is no less shapeless.

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