| Winter Poem It's late at night, and the werld flers through me like light "in my dreams" all I do is hold still itching and scratching in vague trust of some kind of I go and sit on the toilet, groggy feel a draft and wish it were winter whoops, it is winter, only warm it's a warm winter and I wish it would snow actually it's been the next morning for some time I couldn't sleep last night and grown weary of all that's less than tiers of spider webs discovered mounting toward the blocked-off moon many levels below the surface of the sea in the hold of this wooden toy, and I have seen the tear drops of young maidens repeatedly having been fucked because they liked it, still surprised and precious wielding and I tasted her lips, lips have such various tastes, for instance: moss of parked firetrucks; for instance: deer tropes and it is brought to me tenderly Where is the most information? It's Wednesday morning 9:40 a.m., February 25, 1998 on the Lower East Side, New York City and I am totally without joy except that which might follow from succeeding at this I'd like the snow to flow through me, but no big deal among the fields of earthly works. We poor humans have our part and it's to speak I saw someone say that intimacy is telling all. That's frightening but what the hell. "All" doesn't mean anything What I really like is other people's books How can I make that into good writing of my own? February and I will break out of this little roof-cup We poor humans have our part, known widely as the poor human part though sometimes as the ur puma part because I think it's a mistake to be more humancentric than absolutely necessary: humans are a small part but a speaking one! all those damn poets with their lines, videlicit: "Poetry is the past that breaks out in our hearts," "Your nakedness: the sound when I break an apple in half," "A glass of chocolate milk, head of lettuce, dark- ness of clouds at one o'clock obsess me," that's all fine for them, but things like that only work once which is poetry, and this line will never be said again [1999] |
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