Void
Bourgeois chic in the city
Occasions a joint erotic visibility:
Singly certifiable and avowedly hard.
To attack ‘that old thing,
Art’ by running it down
Is undoubtedly due: a simple
Nonverbal unreliability’s just the thing —
Void avoidance, Zippo breakage, inestimable
Traffickings. Regions next any counter-
Factual attract, vaudeville to video.
Handheld mimetic preconditioning and all
Th’ardent orthographies of seeing, plus.
I a portrait in retreat,
One abrupt and publicly drawn
Out, genre melodrammatici, with all
Th’insolence, little gall, of th’autochthonous.
Xerox
A plangency in the thermal
Updrafts, and the oceanic body
All succulence and commingling, scooter
Tradewinds on the cha-cha
Boats and despondency: its fragrance
And accent covering it all.
Xerox is tumuli and barrows,
A dry continent, a surface,
And one’s own unsheath’d anticipatory
Soul mutter-stuck in tremolos
Of saying what utter’d oncet
Enters into heaven, unh hunh.
Oh that’s how things were
In our mimeo-sniff days —
We dubious specimens, too, stencil-
Masters of our several selves.
Welter
At a massy distance, cloud-
Slabs, pumice-stones blotting up
A blue that defaceth memory.
So that: humble and Chaplinesque,
I soot lineaments of pathos
With grief ’like a foule
Bumbard’ bee what doth droneth
With ’swiche glarynge eyen,’ mad
Driveller of Saint Imbecile. Such
Is the welter-end of
Unmire’d fickle complacency — an obedience
Grim and unhistorical to language
And its laws. Here the
Paltry imitant sits, word-shorn
And insane, hewn and hand-
Scabble’d, picking at its nits.
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