Wednesday, 3/6/2013

salvatore, salvage, trim
problem solving a la
guitarra a la poesy ng
rigamarole.

the work a day was slowly slowly
the rituals were unwinding unwinding
the eyeballs eyes are cranky cranky
the problem was recurring recurring

trodding, "equilibrium,"
pertwee, Who? pertwee
parting, tundrum, slops

the prisoners are tiny, tiny
the boxes are privatized, privatized
the funding is not lacking, lacking
the axes pay for slavery slavery



Not-so-random lines from my bookshelf:

I HEAR, THE AXE HAS BLOOMED
I hear, the place is not nameable...
I hear, they call life
the only refuge

---Paul Celan, Paul Celan: Poet, Survivor, Jew (p. 255)