Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Day Twenty Five/seven/4


as far as               formulas go
it is the capacity
                  
                                    of things in slices
                                                mostly
  where i understand
the importance
                            of literal meaning

how we
            sometimes
walk into
                                 all of it, at once

no sudden                                             basements
            or positing, like
chains    or    family    units,
     pluralities of
          neither           pointing
              backwards
            nor recognizing             numbers that shift

this is why language needs:
without soft               understanding,
my legs             are    no less likely
  than foreign
          words,                                                          kind of
  couches   that suggest  themselves,
by no means     comic
                        editorial
                        overinsightfulness

lost within armchair
&terrible cruelty

here, a first sentence
  is like a strange face:
burdened with the      responses
of lonely dogs,
  not necessarily
            completely
                                    realized,
but a similar
  craving      than
                           horizon,
          was once inspected geography,           was often
the ground,
    approaching our hands                          and
and all anyone can   be
is where the sunset may       happen
thirty years later,

                       our legs
                        continually
                        bending backwards,

trying to remember
                                    once
            fitting our knees
                 in appropriate          categories
           
            or a right   angle   that
used to be                        something,
                                                pretty



after K

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