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Several Vistas
Of death. And even that crust of representation they belong to, falling asleep in a bus station, uncertain that this was all there is, all one waking reverie, the only hint of actual existence, say an office window, is no longer your friend, but is itself become abstract, ...

Night Train to Domestic Living Arrangements
In my own mind you have put me beside compunction. Re-worked this mourning room where looking smacks of mother may I though to this day I falter when you hold tow. Throw me over your deep end with some faith next time, as if to lend some bother to the vex. I’ve always wanted ...

Holding Pattern Over Providence
For new things one necessarily chooses new words. Call our adepts spiritists, our teaching spiritism, our reading books of spirits. Forget the past—one cannot know everything—the spirit loses memories to become itself. The veil is the return to bodily life. Divine angels, ...

Fluff
O Fluff, no one knows who you are. You were produced for one brief year (nineteen seventy-one) after Mattel discontinued Skooter, Barbie’s little sister Skipper’s best friend. The toy company feared the first generation of Bar- bie consumers, baby boomers nearing their ...

Ode To Protest
It’s as if to be real you and I must garner backers without a rib to call our own. We make ripples with daily effort and then suddenly flood the place with anger. Ours is the anger of the lowly, we see life from the knees up. What vision we had on that glorious day, even the ...

The Birthday Party
Trick Dogs and Warthogs are rolling on the lawn of the child’s birthday party the Trick Dog is tame the Warthog is Wild only you wouldn’t know it They mock-fight, bite and yelp for help the Trick Dog runs under a folding chair The Warthog charges at a seven year old boy ...

Tupperware
Each container is an emblem Of rubbery perfection, sealing Leftovers from the ravenous elements, Preserving them for tomorrow or the next day, Depending on a body’s mood. Say the mood is transferred, Inside equals outside, the when overlaps The where. Say the sun slips Softly ...

Yvette Mimieux in Hit Lady
All I remember is she drives a red sports car and wears an ankh around her neck and is instructed by The Company to bump off some union bigwig because he’s scheduled to testify against a Mafioso so she assumes a new identity and starts dating him and naturally he falls madly ...

Christmas Colors, Rochester, New York
1. Driving in circles                Same strip where three neon bagels                 stare across a traffic signal:                 another sign, lit red optician’s spectacles,                 starts us on ...

Bert.
His cosmology major falls like a free compass point through the breakthrough of all emotional life. A puritan background psychically fused with the interdimensional thought-form of Portland to produce a cathode ray capable of power-crazed crop circles—This is the heart of all ...

My Progress On Stilts
Old timer, third-rate Orpheus Lacking even a make-believe Eurydice, A thousand million steps And only now do you notice These ghostly contraptions attached to your feet. You’re like a windmill on toothpicks Don’t go near fire. Don’t try to walk on water. You’re ...

ii sic
I    rony! I    rony! So crows our jocose neologe butt4 wishing he were there known. To get theirs from here is a matter of leer: this is my Tool, my pretty So she proteges and exeges but just all the while pendages his verifile ...