Plain American Language

I cut a sliver/of WC William's finger
and placed it inside/my philosophy...

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Chance Composition #1

The bird is in the likeness of a line
where books rescue our purpose.
One, thereby, point:
other vast is dwelling.
Nature is named speaking SPanish,
grass texts,
pelican wings like venom
solidity like wretched expression--
thorn and thistles
exalted sleep--
they know this.

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