Monday, January 11, 2010

Suite au Verso

past tense comes             suddenly:
the tissue is finite / the space in the heart
is infinite
is suddenly
past tense

I need new secrets:
this curve
is just like
every other curve—don't look
(scratched out)
i.e. fuck whoever invented death—
meaning
twenty-eight ways
(scratched out)
time does not equal this

drive by and forget

this moon is for you:
the things I couldn't
punch through