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BlazeVOX [books] |
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Meaning there will be a place to sit between the chair and thought of it Have we arrived? And move— This time precludes Light’s lofty Turn towards The quotidian But lichen a worm In the beak to the Bleak passage, say Take C to Kingston Or the inversion Susceptible to a tea Take it that there is nothing As pleasant as a pleasant day Hereon, herring, white moss on a wire The pond becomes a lark Slinks to a crawl At either intersection
Shabbat Saloon The blue in the blueprint Is the sensation of a concept And the hue in the house Is the concept of a sensation But there is no such thing As a blue house of Language May appear opaque On a transparent Afternoon when Linguists drop Like duck phones Tattoo blue A grainy wonder
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two poems
kyle schlesinger |