Thursday, November 15, 2012

BLANK APHORISMS


this is how they are, now.

the clot of them makes a body
that walks quickly without thinking.
its brain drops out in eyebombs 
that spray blinder visions on impact.

in the rug pieces of glass 
and food exist together. 
they would do the same in the mouth 
and maybe in the stomach, 
but through a latter threshold they become enemies.  
only one makes the body do something nice, 
like grow.

but weird elements
can interchange 
in some body-building
such as The Game of Cootie
though it doesn't have to be a game.
any part of any game can be
handled as a whole.
my draw four icon card
my ten green chinese marbles 
are complete.

here i am
stupid orant.  
looking cannot tell you 
when glass is the temperature 
of cell death
i finally learn in chemistry
after a decade of burning my fingers.
i get it
and go on burning my fingers
knowing that NO ONE can tell
with their eyes how hot glass is.
this is an EVERYBODY deficiency.
someone has to
hand me a glove
before i make
a connection to put
between my fingers and glass.

pieces like this are too many to put right.
i will climb out of the clot later,
when i am ready.

its head is down 
through the blowing trash
that food is taken out of.
its ears are closed to the wind. 
the invisible ground 
is shifting in clips
under drifted images.

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