Because All Falsehood Spreads Its Illness, I

Poetry

(For J.C.M.) We must speak frankly, you and I. We must, at least, have that decency, To bring forth that semblance of imperfect light, Of imperfect sight, So all that has been cruelly hidden and renamed Disguised and and slyly unspoken, Can be at last imperfectly seen And clearly declare:

Anonymous Biography

Poetry

I’m a dark citizen abandoned in the middle of the streets by the knife without bread at noon, homeless and withering away like the steeple clocks, with no other job except to wander among disguises.

Blankness, Much

Poetry

Hot air blows on the 48th parallel of my__________. Saltartory/no salutatory Blankness,much.

BOTH WAYS

Poetry

a.) this Quarter to three the day off DON’T WALK light stops me at ‘lantic abnya bound downtown to pay the bills and get enchanted ah, the loveliness’ May afternoon full of spring’s fuzzy balm

Spirit of Butterflies Lovers, Story of A Chinese Classic Music

Poetry

1. it’s not the music I care about, I want to know where they fly

The Ashes

Poetry

for William Gass   This elderly poet, unpublished for five decades, Said that one day in her village a young girl Came screaming down the road, “The red Guards are coming!

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