Friday, December 9, 2011

Untailored


An untailored knowledge through objects worn on occasion
Billows billows along the Metroliner and those big myths
like New Jersey follow you part of the way we all go
the same speed. He was a man of entrancing abandon.
There were parts to his body without holes, he liked to say.
Conjuctions held to the light; fields fields of grass growing louder
And. Early evening trains and grass combine a thunder

(1999)

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