Monday, November 27, 2006

Space VIII

Cow by cow the city levels itself. Which side of the bubble do I (we) live in. Not difficult to say: the one just slightly down, or up, depending where the bubble gets it: observed. Cows at the corner store or buried.

Where does the level lay? All along the hills. Hill to hill (flat?) the armature of steel sits measuring. Measure, measure.

Not that the little wrappers and people don’t walk under, they do, and not to the river. They walk and watch the rust attach to the bottom of the measure. Appropriate to be measured so. So, appropriate. And no smell brings the neighborhood out, no lawn to BBQ.

There is the bridge to Kentucky routing. Here is the present, measuring the quality of gin. Cheap and held over for the measure of morning. What? We gaze up.

Thursday, November 23, 2006

Ad Sponsor

Poet looking for patron sponsor. Must be either independently wealthy, an owner of a skateboard company, or a corporation that will allow poetry to infiltrate the advertising language of said corporation. Seeking high profile and powerful individuals to sponsor said poet for the discrepancy of language and dissemination of said language in society. We can work together.

Thursday, November 16, 2006

Space VII

Ice flows and flows, from human point to human point
across the street and down the hill (sometimes up),
connects parallel to the furnace heat basementing:
says: too much heat. Ah, but heat.

Wednesday, November 08, 2006

Space VI

crows fan from the railroad yard
dip and drip not water, lake or
bells tree to tree but along