Friday, March 9, 2012

Cole Swensen poem

"and the body between word and world fuses, frays" (Such Rich Hour, Cole Swensen)
and the time between an hour's utterance and
       the hand full of potential energy at 12
and the people in the city streets know
       the verses of the day, it will end at 5:30,
for some

I hope, one day, the clocks are burnt like jesus.
       Then we all won't know what to fucking do no more
the doing scheduled appointments, morning announcements,
newspaper n shit

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