Friday, September 10, 2004
Semblance for Ear
Well, I wanted to give a little semblance of the reading in Austin. So, I played with/edited the selection of poems somewhat, and, well, I hope Y'all like what's here.
(from Sfumato Unwind)
I adore
Highway, the bus wit:
There
are too many
heaped tomato
trucks to pass, double
pulls of trailer
hook-ups sweet
golden gulches
of touch me
blackening
tumbleweeds.
You know all now
about this, I know.
*
So, here we refold:
Villa Lago
coming
up soon, the Crow’s
Landing
orange
grove kiss for 5
miles of pant-
------ing canals
& horses
coralled by humans,
& human houses coralled
in power lines breasting
a gridlock.
Over-love. We have & have no
boundaries.
*
Unmake: there is
a too much
too many people
in this carnation
world. So, tight giraffes
painted on bridge columns
looking out
for tall necked love dots--an
unwind
from speed
limits entered after beaches rolled
in cotton
& how to think it.
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