22/04/2013

as per

writing,
as per usual, of journeys, remembrance, death, love
"stars, blood, soul". on you go again.

these
were the whole of your poetries
a pitiful corner of the real and potential world.

advances?
Whitman's loud prancing, Breton's vomit,
Ginsberg's pissy apocalypse?

collapse
severed prose for lazy ponces
selected razors for slight minds.

poetry
comes from allergic living. Write about normality all you like
it's no realer for description.

gaze
of word-wrapping repels ordinariness,
negates as it affirms.

glory
in ordinary life more than I can manage.
I amn't wonderful enough to be happy with just sense.


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